And at rest I’ve set upon myself As the light fades I’ve set into myself In still moments I’m carved by the deceit of desire Flickering shadows drawing self from the self
I wake and find what’s undone Rotten laurels bold faced in the sun Flattered by signs vain eyes and a smile Scorching heat breaks the glass sky
The first steps upon a torn ground Creaking walls of a dream worn down Has will left these bones has ice stilled this heart? What’s truth laid scattered around?
Kind Gestures are paid in return And by iron shall I break this cruel ice Carving true moments ‘spite the wastes of desire