Aesthetics of a Dream

The star that come from The ground that we fall from The shades of red fade out Born in the silence With colors of violence A setting for dead suns Aesthetics of None Risen from what became The spell I cast on you The Ghost I see... Is just a part of fiction I bleed myself For nobody else Inside this prison Just a Faint Illusion And being so young And dipped in the folly I fell in love with the melancholy Lost in myself Among nobody else I glared too long Into someone else Risen from what became The spell I cast on you The Ghost I see... Is just a part of fiction I bleed myself For nobody else Inside this prison Just a Faint Illusion And being so young My mind was rewinding I fell into place With a life behind me Lost in myself Among nobody else I glared too long Into someone else