Madness of My Own Design - The Sullen Route

In thorns of my strange traps

Still breathe bleeding bodies

Clones from universe of thoughts and dreams

Their grown dim eyes — eyes of my hopes

That I’ve killed and chained.

I strangled passion to step over

To tumble blind heavens into the cavern

Where dreadful chorus tearing innocense.

Cold needles break through me from within

Imperious pain completes this creature

Ripping through the time and sanity

It grinds our plaintive essence.

I am the immured one

In cell of crushing memories

The madness of my own desire.

The madness of my own design.