Sanctum Decorum

Prison cell defeated walls, defeated body, defeated soul.
Lying on the outside of the deep dark dismal delight of this cell.
A man that cares one I know, he is all but a figure of the dream, I man you cannot see.
Higher then highest building my love for him grows.
Black shell, empty core, what I do to see him once more.
Shield of fire, head of pain.

Decorum to this bleeding rain.
Oh my lord, send me sign, the prison walls call.
The blood in my veins pumps threw my veins like rivers awls
My man of joy, show me the way.
The light that cover the one sanctum of this dilapidated stone core.
Please, find me, save me from the sanctum of myself.

Don’t close thy eyes, I am innocent, the blood is not from the scene.
But from the tragic irony of rain that cries my blood, will come again.
On days the only man inside this pillow cased cell, is me, by nights.
Your presence is the one that fills my insanity with hope of sane.
You stop my never ending pain.

These shackles cannot restrain me forever.
That is the emotion I feel for my lover.