• Wandering…
    Not all who wander are lost,
    But I am among those lost wanderers,
    Along this darkened path,
    With no light to guide me,
    And were I to fall,
    I would pick myself up and carry on alone.

    And I will continue this lonely progression;
    This eternal funeral march,
    Followed only by the folly of my ambition,
    Like a phantom of a skull,
    Grinning and wicked,
    Mocking my petty desires for acceptance,
    This is how is always was…
    And how it always will be.

    And yet,
    I see a figure looming in the darkness,
    It is you,
    Perhaps I am not alone on this forsaken path,
    To crush the shattered remains of my dreams beneath my feet!
    Up until this moment,
    I have wandered alone...
    Would you..?
    Could you..?
    Walk with me in Hell?