Where is the peace and levity that I once knew? How darest I be thrust unto this, comfort lay in preterition My ambiguous mind thought it sound all the same A violent painting hangs amid my former mirth Beautiful in silence I am captive of it's pain Wading through colours, black drifts into pleasant twilight blue What may I see within its patterns? I am waiting for you Figures and their shelter cast, are obstructing my odium Resist I may, yet hollowed by the searing gaze of an unknown eye I fear that here amongst the oppressive fog of a tired, yet ageless night My restraint too common, a vassal am I, suffer I shall to shed my blight What is this cancer, these lessons from the abstract design? Enter it's grievance, I am tortured to see it through Blind to your apparent cause, all I see is you Rise thy wicked purpose, rise Fierce serpent, speaking in tongues Your breath the soliloquy I crave Yet deaf I be to the monologues I beg of you interlocution... I am afraid Only damp sorrow in the air to breathe Territory of thine choices and words Decisions I remember, how I wish to forget Growing impatient with passing reminders I run in fear, fall into inevitability I am not ashamed of these perverted dreams of mine A mystic art thou, terror present, tuth behold That for which I hunger is a human plague A hunger worth dying for, yet I shall ne'er see a grave Wading through the colours, black drifts into pleasant twilight blue What may I see within it's patterns? I am waiting for you