Threadbare

The weathered fabric slowly unravels to frays

Tangled and wrinkled, rips and tears interlace

The Hands of Fate weave many threads of sorrow

And our suffering is knit into this tapestry of life

- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras Vol. X

unravel

Unshackle my soul

Unchain my heart

Unbind my mind

Untangle my spirit

- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras Vol. IX

substance

The fabric of indulgence weaves its hold

Threading escapism through a needle’s dance

Dark clouds of desperation slowly loom over

Addicted to highs that eclipse the hues of life

- Sir Adam Atriy, Myriad Tiaras Vol. IX