soma-holiday


(when the ice melts i’ll be sure to etch this tale into the barren orb)

tired...so lonely...withdrawn
winter turns my soul to thaw
from warmth and purity and mirth
into this glacial, anchored girth

the pain benumbed
the chill take hold
the shadow come
devour me whole
in darkness veiled
i pray to god
to slay me ‘fore
i wane to sod

drink to the opiate absorbed
that warms my blood forevermore
in frozen lay i seek the myth
from blur to clarity i shift
i slumber in the bed of death
exhaling with a divine breath
the time has come to stretch these wings
and stretch the truth an angel sings

(spoken by White:)
‘flowers bloom and love springs anew
i am overcome with metamorphine and the drift of change
what i am to be i cannot say
but what i am not i’m apt to betray...’

bleed thru me love
i make amends
with fury i’ve dared
break to bend
believe the lie
i’ve cheated time
and granted you
eternal life

‘i drink my bottle of whimsy
i breathe the flame akin to thee
i die a death so fabricated by thought
that one may not prove its reality!’




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