in gloom

she shouts. running and turning.
and we all offered;
a comfort which contains his absence
i presume she'll trade for a calm
indeed, a false reflection awaits

a capillary hinted red

yes, she demand a realm
but not in which where;
-hunger is to consume
-nightmare is to sleep
-and torture is to savor

"pull the pin"
"save your grace"
"mark these words"
"on his grave"

and now she was sentenced
where there is nothing more than oath
is to wear his shadows
and become the company of his
restless... in his realm