Dying Day – GOOT (Ft. The Lust)

Craving wisdom,
Seeking bright spots on a dying day —
Hidden meaning
In the shadows of a life less sane.

Hollow truth, defiant,
My mortal requiem.
A house with walls of sorrow
Containing all that I am.

There are no truths
But those we wish to follow —
However bleak,
However hollow.

Thoughts like sunken treasure
Fallen out of time and reason.
Unfamiliar memories,
Phantom past, haunting ruthless.

A desperate final stand.
At the edge of sanity
Dark waves breaking far above,
I let them wash over me.