How could sanity, for the phantom's bleed,
To blossom in wisdom, from a shapeless seed?
The torment of disarraying sights,
In blackness, sickens all minds
My nocturnal hive.
How could pleasure, for the phantom's yell
To be felt anew in this empty shell?
The cage of a cycling past,
Memories to emerge all lust
(Into) My imminent cast.
Incarcerated in a deep suspended loop
Endless desolation, obscure isolation
A journey into suffering's skeletons
Awaiting serene, phantom's euphoria.
Spirals of a dormant lost confession
Egresses from an abyssal surface - the confinement,
Levitates the passage of confusion
Hypnotized by its fading cycling - the alignment.
Dark tunnels of this consciousness,
Flooded with its dripping fear - an eternal run.
Trials to encounter the awareness
Into the shadows of a dazzling unknown - eternal Sun.
How could sanity, for the phantom's bleed,
To blossom in wisdom, from a shapeless seed?
The torment of disarraying sights,
In blackness, sickens all minds
My nocturnal hive.
How could pleasure, for the phantom's yell
To be felt anew in this empty shell?
The cage of a cycling past,
Memories to emerge all lust
(Into) My imminent cast.