In Absence We Dwell - Mare Infinitum

Consumed by a swamp of delusions

We dwell in the absence of mind,

Creatures that have no delight

Playing gods within cocoons of ignorance…

Growing branches of a wisdom’s tree

Have impaled the ancient sky

That has seen dawns of mighty ones,

That has seen falls of the damned…

Slumber covers flaws and mistakes

As a gift for visually impaired…

The whirl of life slows down when it is draped

With swollen eyelids and colored dreams…

A threadbare tape of similar days

Runs away into unknown spaces

Where the blinding light cuts it forever

Like silver scissors of fate…

Being dead… Feeling no shame…

Devouring ourselves for vicious fulfillment…

The sand of time is running out…

Through the turbid glass… Transparent we are…

In the name of disharmonic Pride

We dwell in the absence of will…

Cursed salvation — suicide for those

Who tired from waiting for a wonder…