Wither in this tourbillion Enveloped in the kind of madness That circles around a mind of doubt Seep into the windowless vestige Imminence plays what the present cannot As stillness moves throughout the landscape A surest rout The scribe unmarked Ensuing a god, it persists Slay the messenger A candle whispering in the silence The faint glow of the embers An embrace Cold is the darkest embrace A madness entwined In desperation Searching deep within Spiraling into the abyss Searching deep within Spiraling into the abyss In the parlor of scars I scratch echoes into the flesh That instills stories On the fragments of windows Fragments That have shattered When I left the prose and ruins behind Vagabond Singing sweet the playwright The playwright I search in my mind Fleeting words and lost lambs That I sacrificed so longingly An illusion The scribe unmarked Ensuing a god, it persists Searching deep within A candle whispering in the silence