It all began with the shades of what we never thought existed.
The vision of the distorted views was no longer an illusion, it was the plain and bitter truth.
My divination that I never dreamt was now to become the pseudo silence and all I have unseen.
Life is a darkened, silent, barricade between all I am and ever wanted to be.
I explore myself with my inner eyes, the prodigal son dropped his disguise.
I stalk through the fields of my forsaken memories, fading away like withering travesties.
My inborn lust for adventures of shapeless nature and kind.
I lie here clutching at straws, the dream savant chose me blind.
The world cracks and we fall into decay.
The waves of Styx sweeps the dying as I caress their souls.
My knowledge trickles as I cry, the sorrow spectrum grows.



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