Sanctuary

Sick of this silence

Sick of this world

Sick of the blind describing color to see

Disgusted by patience

Disgusted by fake gold

Disgusted by secrecy placed inside me

Plagued by my own sin

Plagued by the worst joy

Plagued by the mask made of my skin

Numb to my instincts

Numb to my soul

Numb to the god of the people from above

Murdered from idols

Murdered from hope

Murdered from the black sun rising again in me

Loved by the dark ones

Loved by an endless hole

Loved by an angel that wants the worst for me

Death to the false gods

Death to the home

Death to all who dare invade my Sanctuary