Parasomnia - Colosseum

Still vast desert of being

Roaming and crawling through this empty field

Last autumn for somnambulist to drown

Aimless and forgotten, restrained and aching

Thoughts echo in parade of unforgiveness

The invisible dead march in solemn torment

Painful mirage strikes through your blinded eyes

Cranny for your disease — All you failed to achieve

Lungs are bleeding black

Nightmares are coming back

Awake from your illusions of hope

Mistaking for your surroundings in black empty space

You have not sensed the world for ages

You have not ever been present in this harsh reality

You painted your world to invisible cloath with grey and black

You have been the last drop of water in this now broken glass