Hermetical Desolation

Afraid of the normal world and desperate to leave reality behind Hiding behind the shell of comfort and seeking solace inside Away from man and his failed ways of existence Feeling sick within mind around them, better to keep distance... Apathy sets in, what is the purpose of anything? When was the last time any passion in life was sentient? Self loathing dominating the ego, for the esteem died years ago Or did it never exist in the first place? An empty face... Twisted emotions fighting to break free Wandering endlessly through the tall trees In the distance comes forth a cold breeze This frail body begins to freeze Cold shivers in the dark light, pale shadows cast their eerie flight Tormented by day as it drags deeper into the depths of night Reality and night(day)mares become one With the dawning of the glowing red sun