Gentle colours within a gentle breeze
Beyond that sight lives a ruthless mind
With all the humans at his knees
Waiting, destroying resumes his life
Dark orbits replaced his vacant eyes
A crown of madness covers his head
Sits above all in an imperial throne
Traps them all in is lengthy cloak
Makes them dance in his music of distress
For he is nothing less than a composer of heartless symphonies
Giving them a reason to live in a dread
Made by cruelty
Made of screams
Created by the insanity of your dreams
For he is the shadow on your sleep
The one who doesn't devour your body
Just your soul at the moment you weep
He thinks as himself close to a person
But still he knows his despiteful soul
Nothing more than a broken reflection
Nothing less than a wrecked mould
A being with no consideration
A being identical to a heartless ghoul
For he lives beside your imagination
Always waiting for his merciful strike
Your journey ended within a soft dark light
Until you find you can't feel anything
You're already inside it
In his merciless dance of mourning
By me