A sulfurous choir
Enthroned in the realms of light
A self-deceiving entity of undenying praise
Freedom gets him anxious
Suffocating Isolation

To the staring eyes behind the glass
A defaced figure lies upon them

To the already replaced one
Here's the peace of mind
You'll never find

Ripped into a neon light
As if the mirror reflects his skull
Staring back at him with its sardonic smile

Carnation lead by the flute of temperament
Total blackness among the pessimists
Blueish waters of past memories
Running through his refulgent arms

The mortals behind the wall
Hastening every step
Watching his bones crack
To see how long he lasts

He is of contemplation
The ultimate specimen of time

Growing desolation had come
Stripping the flesh, salting the wound
Nothing in life shall be granted
In the sharpest nails, I've been consumed
I am hunger, the desperate
A living lie, a contradiction
The fool's gold

The indulging taste of rust
The conquering of nature's triumph
A caustic distraction in misery
A tragic moan of logic
All he ever dreamt, all he ever lost
Acid rain crying in wide open flesh
Forgiveness is a never-ending flood

He lays down and wonder why he is here
Tranquility tinged with terror
Perfectionist act in vanity
Between sorrow and paradox
The light ceases to shine