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Awake in a room of shadows,

midnight fell early tonight,

the wind, it must be the wind,

the gray man guessed,

peering out the broken window,

yes, with shredded curtains,

borrowing the house,

the hidden one.



The dancing floodlight,

it's my time to rise,

begging for a chance,

a chance to run the waters,

the society that rules the worlds

brought upon fire without a flame,

the beat is evil, something's wrong,

the difference; time without a second hand.



The sky shatters into rose crystals,

it must be he, the music maker,

with his enchanting chords,

the crack, now full of ashes,

Orpheus was he, broke the underworld,

tangled worlds mirrored an image,

didn't remember the dream,

but he is together and she is free.



Crying in the misty room,

hoping for a way out of the gray zone,

the spotlight is no longer seen,

the city is gone, the jungle,

the moon's innocence has shadowed,

the last hour belongs to the Goths,

out the window, agnostic eyes,

set the shroud for Armageddon.