Consumed by a swamp of delusions
We dwell in the absence of mind,
Creatures that have no delight
Playing gods within cocoons of ignorance…
Growing branches of a wisdom’s tree
Have impaled the ancient sky
That has seen dawns of mighty ones,
That has seen falls of the damned…
Slumber covers flaws and mistakes
As a gift for visually impaired…
The whirl of life slows down when it is draped
With swollen eyelids and colored dreams…
A threadbare tape of similar days
Runs away into unknown spaces
Where the blinding light cuts it forever
Like silver scissors of fate…
Being dead… Feeling no shame…
Devouring ourselves for vicious fulfillment…
The sand of time is running out…
Through the turbid glass…Transparent we are…
In the name of disharmonic Pride
We dwell in the absence of will…
Cursed salvation – suicide for those
Who tired from waiting for a wonder…
