Transcendence into the Peripheral

Disembowelment Transcendence Into The Peripheral The Spirits Of The Tall Hills standing upon the portal where my eyes have become weary, the cold winds from the south bring ghastly fragments of the forgotten land, where, once, the spirits stood along

You, wander through the fields, Your, sorrow as I advocate the depression, Stumble into the hardened earth And become engulfed by the seeds of plague, The sky submits to the colour purple, Descending from above, The holy ghost, does their saviour see

Through the winding forest where the bodies of Disillusioned peasants lay in the catacombs, Gothic oakwood may once again take its real form And grasp for Your soul, As the night falls, Green turns to the colour which brings forth the eternal rest, R

No one feels the pain, the pain deep inside that I feel, no one sheds The tears, the tears That lay Down within me, no one understands my silence, the silence which Embraces my aura, no one Knows my desolation, The desolation which keeps me so distan

Disembowelment Transcendence Into The Peripheral Your Prophetic Throne Of Ivory translucent plains envisioned beyond the horizon, I hear the flapping of wings, the bestoking tranquility of irredescent spectrum, the birds circle around my presence, hi

All is calm, all is quiescent-the colour magenta, The afternoon breeze finds it's way to my soul, AsI sit there and enhance the tranquillity, The solace of sensory magic, Irreplaceable nirvana, My body feels the effect of blood-letting, The winds bro

Oh, unveil, unclothe, excoriate, Decorticate, peel, divest, shred, Strip and scalp Your nails, Your hands haemmorage continiously, Numbness will then follow, Until the pain is overwhelming, The meek suffering of thee, As they watch Your flesh revel A