Save me, hold me
Please - don't, let me down...

Form me, from me
Alone - this shape of a crow

land me, send me
Soar me, hands turn to wings

See me, near me
Send me - close to the sun

I am the sun, burn these feathers
Where these bones, are all I have left
My life of stars, will now begin
And all the ashes, will rain down ~

Falling down – the earth and the moon
Born again –  an ash layered crown
Still breath - beneath the wheat (a short breeze)
Fly away – a flight in the oak

Cast the ocean, a vague sentience
Depths unspoiled reign of limbs

Stir these waters, life's base element
collapse to abyss, this cold, cold weight
in absence of unity, currents dark caress
No light, no thoughts, with such purity

Death is feared by all, by all who live
those who live would say, death is an end

Cast the ocean, a vague sentience
Depths unspoiled reign of limbs

Here they wallow in filth, the dust of their flesh
moving in fettered visions, before a rusted sea
A well of endless waking, this eyeless massive ocean
clustered flesh to flesh, the layers in layers

Death is feared by all, by all who live
those who live would say, death is an end

***** and buried with these ants
Roaming undiscouraged
this disposition, a plague, an echo
each with purpose, a natural suspect

Dreams of finding, endless perfection
realm devoid, existence
you cast away this boar, like torrents
Stones amidst, broken purity

A hopeless, endeavor, this suffering
Pain is nothing more, than living
Tear away this flesh, the visceral
This naked animal, once, innocent

Lost amongst, scattered memories
Just a blank page, void of allegory
Trampled visions, reaching cautiously
Vague and dying creature, this reflection

Lost amongst, scattered memories
Just a blank page, void of allegory
Trampled visions, reaching cautiously
Vague and dying creature, this reflection

They stood in the doorway
Hands twisting and grabbing
Dragged into the hallway
Severed, writhing and bleeding

Blank faces of feeding
Dead paces for eating
Alone, these mazes to freedom
Walls, torn with decay

Struggle, into calling
Dead things,are so hungry
Left to their maws
Everything, will be eaten

The mind, the flesh, this body
A feast, amidst, thrashed limbs
Through flesh, they eat, this life
The soul, the shame, they Ate

Descend into falling
Innocence, of this creature
writhing, tortured and fleeting
Alone, this victim of fortune

Blank faces of feeding
Dead places for eating
Alone, these mazes to freedom
Walls, torn with decay

The mind, the flesh, this body
A feast, amidst, thrashed limbs
Through flesh, they eat, this life
The soul, the shame, they hide

Death help these limbs and these eyes
Staring into the abyss...
Lifeless and Searching they find
However, they're wasting their time

Filled up the place with the stentch
Willted, this feast of the flies...
In darkness, this plague of mind
A Suffering, so divine...

Life help these limbs and these eyes
Under the veil of the sun...
Fearless and numb they have won
Departed, they left for their son...  

Amongst the absence of stones  
Skincase, shroud of nothing...
In turning, machine of the gods
A vesseled, blistering mass

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Flesh of the earth, open thine eyes
Rotting from birth, filter the lies
Flesh of the earth, a prison inside
All that is left , remains of mankind

Dimensions interwoven
Between the sleep  
Our dreams in collision
Visions of distortion

Destructive its design
This stranger amongst this flesh
Its ever changing shroud
A stranger amongst the living

Clutched around this frame
A contrast barely seen
Some vast unknown aspect
Waves follow the past
There’s another force
An intruder, moving within
In endless suspension
Sleep never comes
Floating the nothing
These dreams never weep

Dimensions interwoven
Between the sleep  
Our dreams in collision
Visions of distortion

Destructive its design
This stranger amongst this flesh
Its ever changing shroud
A stranger amongst the living

Shifting in the dark…
Yet the light is on
Is the dark light?
Or is this light dark?

Words both made by man
These two things are life
Neither has definition
Both are determined by the sun

There is no dark, or life
Only a process of constant space
Turning to the suns who hunger
And this world is meat

Soon enough, drawn within
This fire will soon devour
Not in this time or ours
Perhaps change will tell

Time is just a word as well
For this change is all it is
And our, our time is short
Yet the suns will live on…