Out chasing kites and dragonets, loosing the track, jerking out of scrubs. Getting clasped by the creepers of a tumbledown stone wall. Shattered gargoyles
If my senses won't come to me I better come to my senses But I can't I'm too scared of being scared Like saving cancer-mice from labs Or half-eaten flies
I am the constant comings and goings of my selves. Some of them settling within, some going on. Others sojourning indefinitely, tuning in, tuning out
Deserts of vast eternity from which I cannot escape Oh, woe be upon me The pain of solitude Choirs of damnation Chanting in my dreams 'Life shall be
Clouds of grief sweeps across the horizon Drowning in crimson glory Decayed remembrance of an ancient era The fog of the ocean will always encounter itself
The days lean against One another And glide slowly into slippers Of gathering darkness Eve walks with velvet tread Towards my orchard Sinks in the tarn
In a transparent myriad of men I stand, transfixed I am lost, searching "Am I the Crestfallen?" I ask There is no light... "Am I the Blinded?" I ask
Got me some secondhand traumas They transformed mind into flesh And lead to the untimely death of the child inside Fall asunder... now! And bleed like
Borrow my imagination for a little while. How can I comfort you? You say you like it this way. Night or day - it's the same to you. Until that day I plant
Enslaved by the sea You can't resist Surrounded By darkness At powers devours Your mind Dark forces Avenging the past On a banished raft Body so shrinked
My tentacles ache This phantom pain is oh so confusing I'm extraneous matter to the world And so estranged Look at me any way you want My components
Waves wander the sea Millenium mirrors reflect Disappearing without a trace When time was restrained to descent The ocean disappeared and vast deserts
Now is the third season The season I don't long Cause it is here And you are gone You were the Incubus Who raped my sleeping mind Awake - pain was
We've been blind pretending we can see Been as dazed as dazed can be We'd turn up to the light to see what the darkness looks like Let's share this vigil
At times I'm so preoccupied running I forget paying attention to where I'm going At times I'm so busy reaching ecstacy I forget paying attention to all
A young man astride a rocking horse. His petticoats bristling. His eyes closed with pleasure enjoying the euphony of his fork scraping his plate. Facing
As this path was never meant to be trodden by man These flowers have been nurtured for none's eyes These pebbles have never been washed ashore These
Mesmerised A minds escape Rejection of reality Mesmerised A minds escape