In Carcosa (The Yellow King)

Hackneyed

My whole world feels like fiction 
With only shreds of it left 
My search became an addiction 
Of clarity I'm bereft 
Darkness falling around me 
Black stars light up the sky 
I wonder: Why can I still see? 
Is this the end, is it nigh? 

Now the twin suns have sunken 
I roam the rampant grounds 
My sorrows are redundant 
My grief - getting profound 

A locked room, hollow 
A dream of man not meant to be 
Its path I followed 
Within the shadows hid 
A monster at the end of it 

My voice is gone - my screams die unheard 
Where am I now - this is just absurd 
I run towards - the ruins at the shore 
And then I know - I've been here before 

As the red dawn takes over 
I hear the voices ring 
I'm a man of Carcosa 
Under the Yellow King 

A locked room, hollow 
A dream of man not meant to be 
Its path I followed 
Within the shadows hid 
A monster at the end of it 

The moons above - sink into the sea 
And from afar - he is approaching me 
‘Come die with me’ - I can hear him sing 
Now I will bow - before my only King