Remnants Of Dying Dreams - Soliloquium

Weathered by storms, dispossessed

Broken down and once again whole

Scars remain left, lucid ghosts of the past

Lessons in failure, wandering free

Distorted embers of a life once lived

The delusions of hope, the brinks of despair

Prosperous ambitions laid to rest

The mephitic curse of incapacity

Ghoul like silence

The distant sound of whispers

A sensation of shadows moving

Through these empty halls

Every new sensation

An expected burden, a repeating pattern

Steaming disappointments

A collection of crosses to bear

Remnants of my dying dreams

Monuments of burning atrophy

Remnants of my dying dreams

Triumphant times, nothing but a memory

Every twist, every turn of season

Bearing tragedy and woe

A destiny it seems

To seek and never find