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As I slip away through the murky black

The curtains are drawn in tight oppression

Silence screams and darkness descends

Fatality of the united human standards

I come hands clasped into the fire of the night

And the fire is dead, void of friends

Obliged to follow isolate and desolate to the moon

I come to the silent edge in question

What is it? And what is it not?

The boundaries are tumbling, falling soundlessly down

Leaving trails of smoky dust dancing to an obituary

And we each shovel down this darkness

Some swallow, some choke, some die



The warmth of the comfort is to be written in blood

This oasis of a child’s game or retreat is smiling

I come tear stained to this dead end

And I want a gentle hand to guide the bleak way

Instead I have to chose this darkness as a friend

There is no choice, no nagging voice

Around me comets of thirsty fire fall

Mobility my only escape, tranquility my only fate

Drive me, drive me please take me there



Discreetly I go about plotting the death of my soul

My finger aches and my face a mask of dried tears

And with my menial mission I’ll decide to leave

Unbalanced I walk into the harsh ball of fire

No I’m not missing much, not missing much at all....

There’s no place for nostalgia, no place for my future

Here’s a place far past future, far past light

And I’ll let the darkness wrap my heart as I spin here in deep dark

The inky blackness drip with my own tears

They are forever here those drops of fears

Drowning the world in my own empathy, I sleep

With lack of human hunger I’m masochistic



These last nights of delirious drugged flights

My heart has succumbed to the night

And I too dreamed of death on my ragged kite

This passion will not burn the melancholy

My ashen title of what is life now foiled

I see now fire, not now dead

And it’s fallen, there’s no way up

Alas I’m crying, and I hear no sound.

Give me refuge from this static image

I believe it will ignite then die

But its my false pretenses leading the wrong way

I know the way don’t you?



So, if you were me, wouldn’t you be flying at night?