the ruins shall bear witness to what i?ve become

damned by the riddles of shame

now they lower me down into the mouth of flames



the disease now lives again

so, the thorn has grown since then

animation of disgrace

from the years when i had a face



long lost pictures come to life once more

the sewers of yesterday spreads it?s breath into this dream

the smell of dying colours, and illusions that bleed



the threads are all wearing thin

but they still let no sunshine in

desolation comes alone

as the skin falls from our bones



oblivion lies safe within these hands

a hangman shadow resting upon my back

imprisonment - a godly state of being

where time is merely a word that exist in past tense

feed the hole and welcom to my wound

down the void of perception a shallow vision streams

reality brings deception and a dust of past dreams



the witness of my ruin came to follow me

the riddles soon perished in shame

as they lowered him into the mouth of flames



the hunger claws inside

my innocense went with the tide

served the agents of decay

no watch impurity wash away