The day is over.
Illusions are brought
To the forlorn security
That my past throngs
Until the day is over.
The sun is unseen,
And sleep is my death
'Till the better times leave.
Balthazar, pretty,
You'll forever be my prince.
Nevermore
I shall be waiting:
Cast in chain, igniting, fleeting.
I shall be
An escaping statistic
Lost in time,
Less than you'll ever be.
I'll get higher -
I'll be higher
In my peace.
In my crying peace,
Forget and forgive.
In fog things are unseen.
Whispers are eulogy,
Scared and undone.
The train is moving
Through the tunnel
To see the truth,
To seek the nun.
Sorry, guys,
I think I'm done.
The light turns black.
