Whispers of bombard my rationale. Aeons passed I last did feel, The joy of my tears, Streaming,in of sorrow.
The beauty,so quiescent. Vehemence,stronger still, ...Yet dying....
...As yet gorge, to bleed. I rub salt into mine wounds, Scars heal,but the is then dead. Pain spills,from my into my body.
expires, And I see has passed. in mourning. Death came for me in of past, And me to live in death.
is given to us....obsolete.....
As the dust flew,I smelt the past. From whence did I know it is that I know? Or what it was I knew? Time is the of knowledge. can be recalled in time.... ...But in a moment.......?
Knowledge nothing, When with the propensity of time. Once lost,'tis forever. So to know (each answer begets a greater question), The importance of is so much greater, And hidden lies.
.....I am all mocks virtue.....
the shackles of the flesh, What name must I (upon my kingdom)?
Amidst the slumber,I the dream.....
Portals of obscurity forth into my eyes, As I into the ascending chaos.....
I journey on,the lights their luminescence. Crossed imbibe me, I see all,but can do but see.
....I roam....
I am enraged. by my insanity.
worlds,unknown. I cry for solitude. Is it mine to have entered such visions? Canst I the vision to words?
Words conceive. I extol my through the vision of sound.
Imbibe mind if thou durst see! Travel betwixt the seas!
....Reflect the journey....
[Lyrics-Greg,Winter [Music-Steve,Winter/Spring