Luyện nghe bài hát Morphia

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

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

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

sighs of condolence never did urge with zest,
The fire within hands to rest.

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

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

Casting at the puppets,
Acting out play.
slightly wooden frames,
Stretched and by their masters.

beneath their minds' 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 bleeding the ether.

Into night.