RandomWalk - The Well

Silence falls; I’ve known it all along,
Inside my burial chamber,
This is where I belong.
This is my last surrender.

My voices speak no more,
No more pathetic guilt and shame,
No conscience to abhor,
I chose to end the twisted game.

I’m tumbling down the well again,
Let them come.

Walking down my mind,
My sins are standing in line.
Greeting me gently with a smile.

They take me by surprise,
I speak but they won’t answer,
One thousand lifeless eyes.
Like black disease and cancer.

They’re coming, gleaming blades,
Shrilling and laughing and pounding my mind, feeding my wings to the flames.
My brood of cursed shades.
I’ve always liked their twisted games.

Cleaning my image, devouring my past
Silently searching for peace in the dust,
Caressing my ego, reviving my skin,
I’m gladly committing another dark sin.
And I’m shifting away.