Night sky's lit in shades of black and blue
The tones never change
Nothing is ever new
As dawn drips in, dusk pours out
Absence of force
Plants the seeds of doubt
Countless failed attempts at grasping
The crux of human creation
Leave me broken and frustrated
Laying bereft of vision
Choruses of mocking murmurs
Lethargy within my mind
Craving the holy elixir
That leaves apathy behind
Irate I swing my chain
Seeking a light to disperse the darkness
Yet fail to detect the spark inside
Tasting defeat with no chance for a single cry
Hollow days - A spark never found
A slave to my whims - I make no sound
Alas, I beg of thee, sweetest sounds to ring
Allow this dormant voice within my soul to sing
"A proud emperor, I am he!
Master of my own fate, always free!"
Hollow days - A light never found
Locked in this cell - I make no sound