"The Fading; (Memories Long Gone)"

So tired of this corner;
done with the shadow
within it where I crouch... and hide

The daemons contained
within my imagery are here
seen all so clearly by me

They're so familiar that they
are friendly now; they are
haunts that are like my home

Comfortably Numb I've become
like Pinky Floyd's song

The overt feeling that is cast
here, is like an blanket that I
endear and that keeps warm

If there was an way out, I'm to
far in gone to want to wake-up
now

We all drift-off into the outer-darkness
of the frayed-edges of this worlds
confines, where it's not rounded; we
don't come back around and gain
what we've lost

No cross to redeem or to bridge the
gap; so, faster we fall into the chasms
deep abysmal gap where we only see
glimpses of shadows of beings that
was once and feel their chilling breaths
on our necks

But no semblance left; no remembrance