Grip On The Moments

Awakening Has Come Upon This Day

Forsaking Everyones Dreams Into The Dark Abyss

Opening The Demonic Wings Of Chained Hearts

You Try To Exit The Prisonment, Decaying With The Ages

Screaming Into The Darkness, As The Blood Seeps From Your Eyes

It Drips Into The Cold Stone Built Fortress, Running Inbetween The Lines

Only To Find Another Desolate Passage, That Still Envy's Your Imprisonment

You Hide In The Corner, As The Tears Fall From The Ceiling

Showering You In Doubt, Staring Into The Walls Ever So Heartless

Tightening Your Grip On The Moments, You Walk Towards The Rusted Cage Door

Clutching Your Hopes, As If They Will Fly Away From Your Thoughts

Bringing You Misconception...As The Keys Sit Upon The Wooden Table

Teasing Your Freedom, For This Tomb Has Chosen You For Eternity

Locked Inside Alone, As The Diminishing Lights Frown Upon You

Dying In The Snowstorm...Frozen To The Glass Of Lost Time