Phantasms of Truth.(collab by connor and jen)
Shadows sweep through these halls inside the minds solitude,Everything's quiet as nothing escapes here in the backdrop of your disdain.Death is a far off mystery, beautiful in its still life of black and white'A painting of charcoaled flesh that withers into shades of gray Stillness cloaking coagulant streaming of forgotten timescapesRenders this frame into dark silver tainted by that which holdsNo longer do I dream flare the sanctified truth of tomorrowI wallow in deepest suffocation by this night's song of shadowsThese veins fused over with metallic blood crusted youth,rebirths as I feed the fool eating inside my wood splintered heart.Fueling this space warped brain rotting in decadence of egos glory.Into submission you crawl with your flimsy amour of your hallmark ruin.Bind with innocence, ignorance the stake of my own forsaken injusticeTalk of times vanquished mindlessness when you creep sleeping thusCare not of those whom walk forgotten amongst the dreamlessOnly seek thy own dark idealistic escapism from self Written January 12th, 2002 © on Jan 12 2002 01:52 AM PST 0 • 13
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"Shadows sweep through these halls inside the minds solitude,Everything's quiet as nothing escapes here in the backdrop of your disdain.Death is a far off mystery, beautiful in its still life of black and white'A painting of charcoaled flesh that withers into shades of gray Stillness cloaking coagulant streaming of forgotten timescapesRenders this frame into dark silver tainted by that which holdsNo longer do I dream flare the sanctified truth of tomorrowI wallow in deepest suffocation by this night's song of shadowsThese veins fused over with metallic blood crusted youth,rebirths as I feed the fool eating inside my wood splintered heart.Fueling this space warped brain rotting in decadence of egos glory.Into submission you crawl with your flimsy amour of your hallmark ruin.Bind with innocence, ignorance the stake of my own forsaken injusticeTalk of times vanquished mindlessness when you creep sleeping thusCare not of those whom walk forgotten amongst the dreamlessOnly seek thy own dark idealistic escapism from self..."