Blackest of Times - Apostle Of Solitude

Fraying at the ends

Twisting in the wind

Lost in a labyrinth of my mind

Words to describe I can’t find

I can’t find the peace I long for

And in the end lies shattered and torn

Mortality closing un

Reality wearing thin

These are the blackest of times

Premonition to unwind

I’ve lost all contrll

And in the end mania swallow me whole

I can’t find the peace I long for

And in the end

Life lies shattered and torn

I can’t see for the trees

The peace that I long for

Resented and scorned