Fragments

When things start to stop make sense,
the malice's speech doth commence.

It's voice of reason echoes through,
dark and damp and dreary moors.

The fragments as black ashes snow,
in the mirrors of ice it glows.

I am running away,
Running and running,

The destiny has had it's say,
Thus I am running astray.

When Symphony screams a cacophony,
and the darkness establishes a hegemony.

I am running away,
Running and running
and running astray.