Elegy Of Self-Deceit

I once was buried in anxious slumber,
Eternally bound to yesterdays.
Walking up from these shrouded dreams,
I found myself lost in forlorn hope.
Inside I repose in grief,
Inside I'm too blind to see
That I've become my greatest deceiver.
So close to the void.

Just a shape in this masquerade,
A drifter without his shoes.
All I know, so obsolete and false,
There is nothing here worth living for.
The days of grace, long may they reign,
Long forgotten and abysmal.
Wake me up before I self-destruct,
There is no more room in hell.
Wake me up before I self-destruct,
I may live but just to die.

I walk the shades of a dying race,
Fragments of life I once sought.
I still adhere on that fading beauty,
A childish wish for escape.