Faded

Home is the isolated world I've come to know, I sit alone with a bottle of loves nectar, I'm not consuming, I'm being consumed, Fading an the edge of a distant reality, I fall through the seams of this delusion... Everything is distorted and bending on a whim, I see clearly through the words of a masochistic hymn, through these clouded crimson eyes, I see what I've become, Nothing more than a Crimson ghost, A reality of what could have been..... I've fallen victim to my thought of escape, I've escaped nothing, yet gained another pain.