Hollow Dreams - Stigmata

Memories are dark winters,

Bent by a bleeding sun

Unmoved by eternal pain,

How I struggle to the surface

A slave to pandemonium,

I dream like a child,

Lost in a sacrifice of pain,

In utter isolation

The existing light keeps slipping away,

Always takes me to a darker place,

Within this dying womb must I caress,

All these hollow dreams?

Awake;

from this drowning pool of nothingness

Awake;

from this nighttide

Awake;

from these hollow dreams

Awake;

from this void

Memories are dark winters,

Bent by a bleeding sun