A cacophony of shadows, 

and all I feel is fear.

Memories were faded 

like a lullaby in

the empty air.

In the never-ending absence

of hope,

I lost

the greatest part of my faith,

and was left—its worst.

The choir sings the cold 

breath of sorrow

and joyfully embraces

the nightmares

of the overthrown.

The feeling is haunting

the lines as I walk

the death of light

in the graveyard where

my completeness broke.

I walked the moon behind 

and found my pains

alive

they sang,

to the lullaby and to the four corners

they hide

and chanted 

spells of whispers 

to my wandering mind.

All's frozen and put on fire 

to death

and I was ruled by the child

of a never-ending hate,

yet there's a melody chanting 

in cacophony of 

thoughts

and it's music—to my burning soul.