The Source of Constraint - Esqarial

Balancing on the edge of a dream

Unfamiliar faces passing me by when I’m tottering

Behind the wooden door the smell of dust and mould

In the shade a silhouette sitting back to me

Peaceful mood causes

That warmth replaces coldness

Tension’s in the air

Interrupted by words said with care

«Don't be afraid

It’s the beginning of your journey

And I’m filled with fear

I’m must hurry before it reappears»

«Cut this crap off

You don’t have the right to talk in this way

He is not ready

To hear what you want to say

For hundreds years

I’ve been imprisoned in the human’s shell

I am the source of all conflicts

I chime the constraint bell"

«The Evil is his fodder

Parasite gnaws my flesh and soul

To New Home is calling him your voice

Your consciousness will make the choice»

He rose from his chair

And was the old man again

That I wanted to embrace

'Cause I looked in my old, wrinkled face