Shallow eyes, empty dreams
Scattered fate over broken chasms
Standing on the edge of reality
Screaming with a sense of senility
Tattered cloak and ragged stability
Grip the chaos, locked in a cage
Lurking in darkness, supressing the rage
Showered with lies, Feeding on lives
Scarred with every creaturous memory
Divulge into Fear
Bleeding questions ever so close
Sustained in careless monotone
Suspended in time to consider why
Trust is a virtue I have yet to find