Luyện nghe bài hát Morphia

air of silence,
Breathes through the mist.
winds,
Ease these wounds.

As thoughts disappear,
Through pathways.
I am in but dreaming.

This annuls,
As time drew slowly this wretch of life.

Weary sighs of condolence never did urge zest,
The fire within made to rest.

me within sin,
This blood flows through my veins.
my will through lascivious rite.

Delving realms,
As invites me to stay,
within flesh.

Casting at the puppets,
Acting out play.
Their slightly frames,
Stretched and splintered by masters.

Crawling their minds' eye.

Those follow, reflect,
And do not become.

Not to be...Not to be...

Their waste my time here,
their fragrantless tones.
A veil to distract those whom live.

To create,
Not to serve.

I walk the shadows of the dead,
bleeding into the ether.

Into night.