When night falls, and silence
takes away everything else,
I am alone, in a world of sadness
I hear the desperate prayers
when the angels pass.
Welcome to the gray side
of the confused days
of a solitary one...
Welcome to the dark places,
where what’s insane stays alive...
I’ve been inside dementia.
Watching the hard fall closely, of
what I believed most...
and lived.
The marks of the sufferer on every wall,
remembrances of each crying,
each lament, they never could die...
they’re alive.
I was just a victim living
between two worlds.
They’re alive... two worlds.
The wish of getting out
of the purgatory, an escape for
my protecting
sleep was broken, by
the poor madman living
behind the doors.
A box of souls in conflict,
all swirling around me,
scary decadence of mind.
Here it’s so cold and silent,
the place where love got lost
on the road of interest...
gone...gone. Gone!
Goodbye to the gray side
of the confused days of a solitary one...
Goodbye to the dark places,
where what’s insane stays alive...
I’ve been inside dementia.