Snare of the Fowler

There is a void calling out in you again
The loneliness of being
Lost in an ever flowing dream
To make peace of what's within

Silent reflection
Scraping the inner walls
Maze of perdition
Governed helplessly

The dagger of spiritual deceit
Drawn by the host from deep within
As your temple starts to decay
To impose the bliss of existence

As your heart grew fond to the dark
Something got left behind
Remnants of life left to die
The shadows too it all

Gaping wounds
Speak of a time long gone
As the ghost of inertia
Fill your heart with venom

Worlds that come crashing down
With the weight of a thousand suns
Words that fail to evoke
The stillness of the mind

Still there are roads to discover
Though shadowed by endless doubt
Upon them lies secrets to uncover
If you dare to step outside the path

Worlds that come crashing down
With the weight of a thousand suns
Words that fail to evoke
The stillness of the mind