Sanguine Draws The Oath - Textures

Turning away from everything that is near

Trying to fill the void that appears so clear

Could I see it coming — consuming all of me

It is time to decide — this is right where I stand

Could I just read the rhymes until I feel nothing more

Then it tends to be so easily — I will fade

These nerve-stretching seizures — phlegmatic to the physics

A desecration of the intellect

They are preaching their aesthetics

Waiting for this moment to redirect the pain

To make the forecast be compromising for

Parading in this pitch-black vulturous scene I will break

The oath of all restraint

Dream, before the time arrives

The earth will awake — anxious state of mind

Leaving this body motionless

Turning black once more — the eyes are wide open

«The great black yonder

Is pelting icicles upon my nerves

I melt them to rain

The water that flows out of the horizon

A clammy sensation of my persistence»

Casting the hunger for neurotic seizures

Serving the syndrome

Shedding the anger of everlasting darkness

Feeding the illusion

Despair is my own generous gesture to death

Turning away from everything that is near

Trying to fill the void that appears so clear

A seismic shock, unleashing revolution

Shedding skin, down drift exclamations

Hypnagogic state, endless lucid dreaming

Perpetual sleep, as we share the conclusion of

Shedding the anger of everlasting darkness

Feeding the illusion