Chalice

The change is made within an innocent breath A veil around an existence Accursed with a solitary death Dancing a line of unending decline Over chasms I knew not to be A wave of emotions ＇pon desolate oceans That drown in a lust to be free Though bird

Chagrined, I lie ensconced between the dreaming and the dead Let my eyes perceive degrees and not directions For the sanguine expectations that embellished prior years Are the fervent hopes now lost in imperfections The emaciated soul seeks to concep

When they finally claim you All matter will cease, all dreams will expire And with a dead angel＇s touch And the loss of myself The vapour will fade Until the day that I join you When you finally take yourself Day will be night, all will be nothing As

Where once a naive child learnt the ropes of life and pain An ashen path has forged to view those remnants with disdain As leaves descending earthward are a seasonal display Within those trees and subtle breeze I fell to grace today Where once a shel

It seemed the sky must wither The seas disperse, galaxies unfurl My form, insensate, relinquish breath Amidst noise and shattering earth But no violence, not even a stir Merely reflection of flickering light In your still, unwavering gaze Marked the

Do I only have conviction When my opinion lives in isolation? Is this portion of reality A frail and tangential foundation? Who mapped the course To this quizzical, grotesque junction? I can't romanticise these demons anymore I can't serenade another

Immutable, in mists of gold beyond this Acheron How grandiose the touch will be when each caress is gone How bitter rests bereavement on the souls of those bereaved Funereal our lust, through an eternity conceived This grim fa§ade of misery we never

The change is made within an innocent breath A veil around an existence Accursed with a solitary death Dancing a line of unending decline Over chasms I knew not to be A wave of emotions 'pon desolate oceans That drown in a lust to be free Though bird

Darkness stretch these realms that taint me On these sheets forever curled She who drew the light from shadows Never shall again be held... Spectre of the idle hours Rest upon this dying sun We who touched the souls of all In mortal life shall not be