The Aerium

Sentinel

The Aerium


Making to believe 
That there is time for everything. 
Seconds kill you slowly 
But certainly. 

You don't need a key 
The door is locked from the outside 
But they deprived me 
To set you free. 

Walls of stones. 
You're In the cell only four paces long 
You're better submit imprisonment 
By order of the crown. 

Making me to hope 
That you'll take this curse off me 
You know I can't deny 
My singularity 

I can hear you say 
To help you to escape the jail 
But I must obey 
My majesty 

Time glides on 
And moon replaces sun 
Prisoners turn the bones 
One by one.