searching for solace in a toxic temple; fragments of lead climbing through your head;
stones load your coat as you wade through the winter current - dancing with the dead on the riverbed;
wanton hanging of the wise pale king. and i see myself. here we dream in a bed of seamless sleep
the rain never wakes you from your descent
sinking through subtle waves that disguise the current down below. you're pulled in the undertow. intricate: i watched the world dance inside your head
ephemeral: everything created must expire
misery: losing hope for a dying world
or did we lose hope in ourselves
my ineffable?
words lose sound with every fathom
further down
torn between two worlds - floundering in a state of metaxis. one is waning one is dead. in both we feel too much. we feel too much
intricate: i watched the world dance inside your head
ephemeral: everything created must expire
misery: losing hope for a dying world
or did we lose hope in ourselves
my ineffable?
most nights we merge into one dream; you mouth that four word sundering - soundless