Mirror God - Potentiam

Crimson silence hits this place

Everything so suddenly quiet

We truly are the gods

The gods of moments

They refuse to die

The seconds that pass

We swim

In an ocean of questions

Can’t seem to find the true one

Can’t seem to stop this madness

Now everything was

Yet nothing is

An instant massacre

Still no one mourns

We die a thousand times

A blank page in a horror book

The memories we mourn the most

Even those yet to come

In the midst the chaotic storm

We beg for control

Sometimes he hears

Sometimes not…

The god of gods