Ad Arma Vocare (Part 1)

When the world slips away
Just as it did this day
I crawl back into my shell
Is this the deeper I can go?

And silence sounds different
I take each word as a pill
To sedate me into sleep
A little sleep, a little slumber

And build of shadows my empires
Adorned with golden dust
Dessilusional birthplace of awe
I awake to a paragon of misery

In search for sanctuary
Unquiet stillness, silent chaos
pitch dark, deathly cold, so inviting
Here all light is vain, all beauty is lost...

from altered sanity, echoed a myriad of times
Hear this crying lines...
Tragedy
Sweet, sweet Tragedy.