A Prison in Itself

lost in a spectrum
Locked away in the furthest of crevasses
Enchanted by love broken to dead

The sound of peace
The echo of silence never far away
Time to walk along the cobbled path

Lost trapped in our own minds the brain a prison in itself
Walk with me as I tear
Prove the blasphemous of your heart

Take the heat melt the sacrilegious helplesness
carry on walking for to look back is to remember
Remember what hardened our eyes what caused the turn of death to the slow enchantment of a dancer

Gradually she flies as her feet collides with the beauty of her dance floor
Over powering and over bearingly the stars shine at night
Walking step by step all but a tunnel left in sight
Slowly she glides into another realm
There for her yet another throne awaits