I stand here in the empty darkness,
Waiting for the first chord of the bass to fall
Behind me lies the distant dreams that I forgot,
In my fingers lie the silken chords of silence.
I can choose but my choices make no move
They melt in the depths of the darker shades,
They rustle through the wind like dry leaves,
They split the dry ground and eases within.
So many memories of mythical madness
My presumptions, my illusions, all fall down
Frequent mistakes I have made, but I
Never thought of the consequences to come.
Now they have come back to haunt
The depths of darkness that stretch in front,
But I must walk this path, although I can feel
It is fading away into the dark abyss.