Turning away from everything that is near

Trying to fill the void that appears so clear

It is time to decide - this is right where I stand



Could I just read the rhymes until I feel nothing more

Then it tends to be so easily - I will fade



These nerve-stretching seizures - phlegmatic to the physics

A desecration to the intellect

They are preaching their aesthetics



Waiting for this moment to redirect the pain

Parading int his pitch-black vulturous scene I will break

The oath of all restraint



Dream, before the time arrives

The earth will awake - anxious state of mind

Leaving this body motionless



Turning black once more - the eyes are wide open



"The great black yonder

Is pelting icicles upon my nerves

I melt them to rain

The water that flows out of the horizon

A clammy sensation of my persistence"



Casting the hunger for neurotic seizures

Serving the syndrome



Shedding the anger of everlasting darkness

Feeding the illusion



Despair is my own generous gesture to death



Turning away from everything that is near

Trying to fill the void that appears so clear



A seismic shock, unleashing revolution

Shedding skin, down drift exclamations

Hypnagogic state, endless lucid dreaming

Perpetual sleep, as we share the conclusion of



Shedding the anger of everlasting darkness

Feeding the illusion