The Bedlamite

Blind man
Lift the veil of illusion
You’re so lost between
Between memories and hopes
Walking in a tightrope
A breath of reason, the heaviness of guilt
On lands not seeded, what could you reap?

And again
Starts a new obsession
Another failure in a dark horizon
Pointed fingers, your voice will not be heard
Thoughtless actions, ingratitude

He made the world his opponent
Stepped in those who could relieve him
Full of pride
He only found woe and madness!

Creating his own demons
He drowns in confusion
Digging his own grave
Sealing the future
Of a desperate lonely man