Antechamber.

As I wonder pass this turn once again,
I'm reminded of all the things behind.
All the same flaws and the same sensations.
Always falling for the same situations.
Maiming my soul for another sin,
Another century in burning land.
I hold my hands high praying for salvation,
I hang my head low in locked submission.
This isn't the time to be where I am at,
I have to get out of this syncope,
And when I do wake,
I hope its true.
..............
Solace in silence.