Condemned to the gallows
Goodnight

Gripping the brightest grid
A surgical drive to increase the noise
Ice cold realization of the silent wind
Slowly drags me up into a splintered reason
Emptiness
Engulf me

Align the love inside me
Let misery wake me

Search low
Abandoned
The creaking floors cry out below
A limping glimpse of next steps
The fog showers the last light of day

Destroy the wooden frame
Trust the creaking sounds
Seek the tunnel to walk high above
Search low
Confront the night

Warm blood drips on cold snow
The curtain surrounds logical thought