Broad daylight horrors
Remain static and unfulfilled
Drawn to tighter and tighter circles
Distracted and unfulfilled
Flashing memories of bending treetops
Spending the pages on the book of your youth
The notion of hours amount to nothing
Time's just a turn of the wheel
But that is a mere memory
Of a life you traded for this
Never going, yet ever staying
This cradled unconsciousness
Vivid images of violent convulsions
Smear the remains of the warmth in her eyes
The flesh that you wanted to be yours
Turns to chains that forever confine
With a voice that pierced the sunshine
Now cast your wishes to broken stone
The calm that claimed you deathless
Now claims your hopes