Trickling sands mark each lethargic second
Demons dance upon the walls
Mocking eternal struggle
Stillness conceived by swirling tides
Wraiths paint the enigma upon my face
I claw at the shadows, the perfect tears
Yet nothing moves, it ever stays
Silent hours, barren house
Churning dreams beyond the eye
As I toss and turn in bitter agony
Wishing for the comfort of oblivion