Sanctum - Nightshade

In the depths of an abandoned soul

A cold throat in search of oxygen

Her pale body lost in surreal movements

And shivering hands reaching for reality

The echo of her thoughts never made it outside

These chambers of corroded anxiety

No one will ever comprehend

Why some of us were left behind and broken down

Wishing for another place that holds another day

As fear saturates my eyes

A clergy of corrupted saints feeding me with lies

I sigh

The distant warmth of a weakened heart

Resists against the chains that tear her chest apart

Her shoulders seem relaxed in spite of the pain

Calm and waiting for a world which will never be the same

Her life written on the walls in chalk and coal

Words that tell of her last dance with sanity

There’s acid on the scriptures of her mind

What have they done to her… what has she become?

Wishing for another place that holds another day

As fear saturates my eyes

A clergy of corrupted saints feeding me with lies

I sigh

Waiting for another world that holds another chance

The sun sets before my eyes

Though their shadow’s binding me I find some kind of light

Inside