stranded in a place where time has no beginning
and life
holds a different meaning
if promises and words spoken
where fantasy
and reality
blurs

separated from what is
and what should be
devoid of masks
allowing you to see
the devils that dance in my head
the lies that torture my soul

i can see it
almost touching
wisps of what my dreams should be
the walls are crashing
reality
invading
everything is swallowed by
the worms of doubt
the dreams have faded
like writings on an old parchment
if my life can dance
then my feet will take me back
to where you have been


Penned by my hand on the 13th of Ero, in the year 251 AF.