cult of luna

The fire in your heart, suffocates your tears.
Pressed upon wooden cases,
knowing the end is near.
Silence encompasses your pain;
gathered from self guilt.
Your wrath gallantly reigns nothing.
Still, your eyes, they tell a story,
with fire jumping from glass remains.
Apart from your mind, you stay alive.
Though you listen in fear my dear,
paranoia striking you deep.
Entangling your feet with the roots beneath you.
Now noone can defeat you.
Just time, ticking, talking.
Taking your everlasting breath.

chris