My Curse - Red Moon Architect

Through the waves of illusion I swim

Slowly in psychotic believes

I drown

What is dream, what is’reality

I can no longer see

I’m blind

1 have my curse and my blessing

That pulls me away

I have my curse and my blessing

That pulls me away from a lie called life

Time fades painting memories

It slowly draws the line

The picture, most beautiful of all

Art of dying