Luyện nghe bài hát Morphia

air of silence,
Breathes the sullen mist.
winds,
Ease age-old wounds.

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

warmth annuls,
As time drew upon this wretch of life.

Weary of condolence never did urge with zest,
The within hands made to rest.

Swallow me sin,
This flows free through my veins.
Procure my will through rite.

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

gaze at the puppets,
Acting out play.
Their wooden frames,
and splintered by their masters.

Crawling beneath their eye.

Those follow, reflect,
And do not become.

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

Their waste my time here,
With fragrantless tones.
A veil to those whom wouldst live.

To create,
Not to serve.

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

Into night.