Nightrage

Empty dreams, vacuous life, where in lies the truth?
Where is the world that we dreamed of?
A well constructed wisdom
Stormy thoughts, spirited obstinacy
And the moon was obscured by the clouds
A vicious circle, a smouldering fire
Far away from the hopes of the soul
Deserted paths mysterious murky scenery
Humming in the silence of the night
My soul's inner light
Lie down with fortitude, at every little howl
Of the endless without rhyme or reason fervour
The silent solitude of the hysterical smothered tears
Collapsed and bleeding emblems of the bitter sin