Luyện nghe bài hát Morphia

air of silence,
Breathes through the mist.
winds,
Ease these wounds.

As thoughts disappear,
Through pathways.
I am in but dreaming.

This annuls,
As time slowly upon this wretch of life.

Weary sighs of condolence never did with zest,
The fire within hands to rest.

Swallow me sin,
This blood flows through my veins.
my will through lascivious rite.

Delving realms,
As invites me to stay,
Engulfed flesh.

gaze at the puppets,
Acting out play.
slightly wooden frames,
Stretched and by their masters.

Crawling beneath minds' eye.

Those follow, reflect,
And do not become.

Not to be...Not to be...

Their words waste my here,
their fragrantless tones.
A veil to distract those wouldst live.

To create,
Not to serve.

I walk amongst the of the dead,
Thoughts into the ether.

Into night.