Peace comes in disguise of sleep
but you find yourself drowning deep
beyond sleep, beyond peace
losing yourself beyond release
In the realms of dreams
there within the stigma of delusions
oh you wake up to the siren’s screams
And you wander off in confusion
To the gardens of dying roses
where the living withers and decomposes
but dead too here suffer for eternity
And in the days yet to come of uncertainty
You’re a lost character of story without beginnings
A rat on the wheel forever running-spinning
Oh what cruelty is it to exist?
To exist somewhere in the midst..