of worms? Nor do I, roaming high above their domains... Would you ever see me passing through the centuries? I know not. My spirit always doubts, exploring
The lonely rose keeps on crying in my hands, The hands that transformed all life into oblivion... The lonely tear slides down my cheek, The tear of
The exhibition of my doubts... Come inside and rejoice with my philosophy, Enjoy my faded images of grief... Welcome to my sweet and scarlet world, Where
starved for oh so long My inner passion and bitter demise... Those shores I dream of, to capture time in a dance To encircle myself in a myriad of raining worlds
In the vault of our fears we never wished to reveal, In the kingdoms of our dreams we always craved to re-conceal... We travel off the routes, off the
forsaken, the hate bereft Bitterness and strength, they all come into one One and only, those far behind I've left Praise the somberness of outer worlds
into what I've came for The self-made deity of insanity rises and proclaims... "Wish I could travel beyond the senses To explore what hasn't been yet explored
Torn from inside out, phlebotomized You crawl through the darkened earthly debris Once you thought you were disguised Oh, it was painful to find out