Dark Fortress

Still, I gaze upon to the death-drowned skies,
Where all my buried visions lie,
Still, the pulse of "life" tears me apart,
Like a burning dagger within my heart
Smothering, suffering,
My face in the mirror
Just another carved monument of transience
Like a grey illusion in a midnigth's dream
Longing for the final coronation
The day of this sickness' cremation
A weary soul, pierced by the wounds of "life"
Depressing emptiness,