Megalomania

Nothing can matter more or less in the heart
If only the capture of the bright soul by a dark malice
There can be nothing greater than its shine
The heat which brings the vile to the forefront
A shine, a smile, a glance, a gaze

All but paid respects with a simple look
Then to be faced with the sins along the back
Crawling up and burrowing in deeply
By sinking into the darkness does it free you?
Trapped and under its thrall, you then are its fool

Played like the fool and perhaps seen even worse
When Days become the daze that engulfs the mind or heart
When the designs have become something lost and one
If they may build up, it won't be the fell blooded

Or Fallen within the sacred's song cannot reach you anymore
The darkness shall swallow you whole and you are the puppet
Never more than a marionette, in place left in a single piece
Just lost and a case that becomes a pathetic measure
Bound by the rules of nothing, enwrapped in the massive bonds

Thy art no killer even, just a fool trapped in Megalomania's embrace.