Subterranean Masquerade

Temporary Psychotic State (A Recollection Of Where It All Began)
Mirrors covered my hopes for endless mournful hours, hours of staring into me As time passes in circles, surrounding fields of trust – faithless I'll drown – free I wish my fingers to bleed from a touch of grace I wish my eyes to be wounded by a broken glass Passionate to paint my dreams in daylight, beyond the fields of grief a path Withered as your bright world, count dead hours under neurotic spark To be heard in silence To be embraced in the nights Sometimes I feel I'm drowning In this sea of despair and lust, With salty tears like pilgrims I'm witnessing my own demise, Passionate to cross this border, To come free at once, To throw myself into the fire, Immortal, I'll become one with the dust Forgive me as I'm losing I'm almost there... I'm coming – almost touching – so real – so close – So much for fighting this psychotic state of mine Do you know how it feels to be awakened as water covers my eyes? From Letras Mania