The Tragic Design

The wasteland and desolate
Laying deranged memories
Slumbering soul
Overshadowed by so much deceit
Deceit
Dreading for meeting
The search for the intangible
Lying on warm forest
Where the dreaming
May soon be deceived
Deceived
A shadowed soul
Does not oppose brief coldness
His mind vanquished
In a grip of darkness
A last enemy
A mistake of a poor soul
Torment by the torture
Of a sad tragic destiny
A root out of knowledge
Hides between the cracks
Of the mind and the cage
Of schools of vision
Deceit
Deceit
There's no hope
Wherein the blind
Poised to burn
And the weak cry
For forgiveness
With the help of the same old world