Vast is the emptiness growing inside, like a black hole sucking me in.
A hollow casket buried deep, no ruin to cling onto.
A destitute room without the comfort of despair,bleaker than the face of a demon.
Dark is the shadowside, weary and cold.
A haunted place where hopelessness grows.
Out of its own accord the earth runs to dust - to dust through my hand.
I’m lost in a haze, found in perpetual sleep.
A near mortal sting, deadlier than a voodoo snake, sings me lullaby.
In this deserted place I welcome you... I welcome you.
I’m lost in a haze, found in perpetual sleep. A near mortal sting sings me lullaby.
A vehicle broken and restored by unconditional love, the body is a vessel of God’s glory.
As if by a chemical trick, I’m sedated with imagery. An elusion of truth and desire.
Incidents I cannot recall, drowned in motion circular.
A familiar dullness, the wheel of the wasteland.
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