Been going down
this poorly lit, winding path
Passing by shadows of moments lost
wondering if they still know my face

Sewing the seeds of alienating lies
never quite shrouded by the clouds I brought along
Slowly tearing another layer
off my perpetually dying shell...

Another castle, chapter two,
the book seems to only change its cover.
I fall and stumble on my own guilt
Never quite could be like them

A cold wave of solitude engulfs me
and the thousands of smiles are still the same.
This line I wasn't meant to cross
has long been lost beneath the dust

Not a mere mask, but a new world
with each passing cage that I meet
Create, divert and sin
but never tell the truth

Longing for that moment described
in the parchments of old
Never quite reaching a glimmer
of that which I hold true...

Another step, another thorn -
these moments are forever lost.
A frozen touch upon my spine
seem to consume this soul of mine...

And from the mightiest emperor
I turn to dust once more...


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Marius...