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.

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

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

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

subliminal realms,
As lust me to stay,
Engulfed flesh.

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

Crawling their minds' eye.

whom follow, reflect,
And do not become.

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

Their words waste my here,
their fragrantless tones.
A veil to distract those wouldst live.

To create,
Not to serve.

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

endless night.