Sanctus nocturne

Your life, disengaged
When Your kin bear witness to your false rage
You cry out with despair
Addicted to fault with a tear in your ego

A frame of a man distraught

Mistrusted in your mind
A second guessing of a lesser kind
When Wasted life is of a harshest sin
And confession cowers within

Shame finds your heavy heart
No hand to grasp willing to cling to you
Your snow, it's made you so cold
Trapped in doubt and consumed in reality

Just a shadow waiting

Everything I had
Everything I held close to myself
So far away, I've gone astray
From my set path
Everything I knew,
Everything I've seen through weary eyes
Has come undone, without a trace
of anyone

A desperate prayer from a dark lit room
God permitting light where his darkness loom
Now aware, he's consumed by snow
This icy path that would only grow

Vastly, intensifying from inside
Spreading through the last of his troubled mind
Let down softly for another eve
Only to weep of addiction concieved