Luyện nghe bài hát VI (Sight)

As if through a web of obsidian
My sight returns as a dream
A dream empty of and sounds and visions
And I remember it being one of the most beautiful places I had ever
I had never before that known such peace
A for the spirit, I was harvested of essence
A place of solace placating this soul's corroded ruins
Bereft of flesh, divorced of earth, of being

And now I can drift once again but soaring
I can look down upon all I once know - all I was
And see the cold, crystalline clarity of the dead
Through unmisted, a mind unfogged, free of the oppressive weight
Of the cathedral's dead
Of this body's withered
Of mind's shattered synapses

I didn't think such a quiet was
That the relentless roil of rage and despair like lava through me
Could be
And given to a plateau of calm stillness

I embrace this of ending
With fiber of my departing consciousness
and eternal
A for the soul carried on oblivion's ghostly breath
One final exhortation
To the violent that rend and rend and rend and rend
I
I
I
I end.