There was a time when sun seemed brighter
And Gleamed like a heart of those who dream
Now that I am persona non grata
In world of the dreams the Gleam's not for me

I still feel the scars of your therapy
That made me inhale all the love
You fed me with, I could not replete
Those days have abandoned me
Hungering for thousands of pleasures and half
Scratching the walls with my nails that bleed

Take me back to where I was left
It's a splendid illusion, a gorgeous life-theft
While I'm feasting upon oh, my old memories
I am done with my misery

Ravaging hours sum up into years
Of impalpable Horror and subtle pain
While mortal body grows weak and feeble
The memories keep my numb mind enslaved

Oh, God, when is this to stop?
I cornered and wasting myself
Dropped into the well of illusions seen
I am a believer whose faith is to linger and be born again
from ashes of time which is not to be.