The storm occilates in ears.
Singing with undulated harmonies.
Ready to break the sky's decent.
Crave the wounder.

Slow motion sickness feeds blood to the eyes.
Opening ebony in sistren of the weary soul.
Lie your head upon this wall of thunder.
Rise while sleeping.

Sever the ties of enchantment.
Gaurding the treasured heart of omniety.
The wounds are already distraught.
Ache the thought.

With expressions too deep to concern the living.
The treasured is all but lost.

Death is dying.

Melting, I sway towards the river.
Hoping that somehow my figure wont distort.
The cool liquid scalds my skin.
And I lie warped among the rocks.

Life aproaches in a scaley capsule.
Dismissing my eyes with the remnants of others.
Scattered about like golf balls in a pond.
They stare endlessly unrested.

I watch my body slowly swirl down the rapids.
Dipersing with each wave.
I long for its familiarity.
To touch to feel another's skin upon my own.

But that is now lost.
All I have are eyes to see.
Blurred by the water
Motionless

The moments of darkness are overwhelming.
I can't seem to lose the soul behind my eyes...

The hand of another across my back awakens.
And I rise to be lit with wounder.
Mezmorized by this new body.
So perfect, so deep with color.

It has been here for so long.
My spirit. It is so beautifull.
I now see without my eyes.
And alone has vanished with the physical world.

Trodden smiles litter the street.
Smirking passed those paved people of wounder.
Locked inside their shirts and ties.
Carrying their pathetic lives in a beifcase.
Side by side, existant in a deadly harmony.
He gives his soul in song.
Yet still no penny.

Silent stops the crown upon his head.
Freezing for this multitude of the awakened.
He steps down into the gaze.
For loyalty does not exist within such a cloud of blackened hearts.

Fear bolts him to the ground.
His thoughts but mean nothing in this sea of altered states.
Bombarded by the demons that crowd the hall.
Escape will all but pass.

Outside these walls there are creatures
Consuming the living and the dead.
The seraphim comb the skies.
Burning for his call to wake the dead.

Your drop of immortality has awakened this order of chaos.
Rippling upon uncharted waters, forbidden to the sight of your soul.
Yet you take of this fruit. Smashing it upon your heart to nullify the pain.
And all that remains is a blackened child wrestling in the dirt.

But he calls to you.
The one that is living and dies for your heart to live.
Run to the skies to be taken by the light.
This Hell will vanish and in its place Heaven reside.

A sweatless whipe across my brow.
Staring down upon my victem.
Pulsating still his hands wither towards my face.
If i could only sleep upon this crimson for an eternity.

The chilled air moves me away.
Dressed in his cloths once again.
Longing for the sun to hold me.
The cool liquid stings my eyes.

A sweat filled whipe across my brow.
Staring down into the inferno.
Still and lifeless the eyes haunt me.
If only the flames could lick my wounds.

I stand naked.
Screaming at the ground.
The place I've walked my immortality.
Why does this road never end?

I've lost almost everything that is me.
The peices falling like litter.
I've killed myself too many times.
And now the beast is all that remains

The soft touch broke the skin and I awakened.
Pacing about the storm.
Withering about, injected with such an enticing poison.
This blood against mine.

I gaze upon the two veils of Aires.
Addicted to the soul behind.
I seize my breath for a moment.
To catch my heart before it drowns.

Carved ivory lines each corner.
So intricate. So enchanting.
Luring me deeper into intoxication.
Breaking every bone in my body.

And there I lie. In this corner of darkness.
The wide eyes are lost.
Torn out from the vision I call home.
And the desire only remerges in these haunting shadows.