Rituals.

Once upon, I saw the world as this other thing Back then, just once, my heart, it held a beat But now there are dark clouds, storms without spring I lie dead, covered with a twisted sheet The world has been corrupted by the Gray Like knights of old, they fight the will to strive So darkness spreads as the night becomes day And what hurts the most is to be alive Once upon time, there were flowers that bloomed When laughter rang out as music and mirth But a horizon of burned-out stars loomed I looked at the world and just saw the earth Fitting then that the vine, the twist, should be, My dark eyes, I don't hate the things I see

I wake to this high gravity. My strength, to rise from the bed, to suffer the depravity, has abandoned me instead. The room has cheered around me. In this aquatic blue I find an ocean deeper than the sea. The vacuum depths inside my mind, having sucked my body dry, leave my with the will to die. The warmth lies in these blankets still. And stay, if I possess the will, should the world keep silent steps, and leave my to my shallow breaths.