Expanding the mind Into regions unknown Sends shivers through the body And brings the faith down Blackest travesty of hope Retraces what was once held for true Abnormal grand delusions Deconstructive in their form Withhold the thought In a solid cage of ice Bleak appalling sights Of a world now to depraved Of its own constructive vision Tries to blind Shadows descend on a misty sea Where the thought was once left to roam free And pa**ion spired in its wake What comes to the travelling mind In the nameless season That bears no mark? In the grey and cold abyss of loss At a destination shunned Oh, here comes the sun again Eluding the thought at the twilight of lust Its warmth cannot be felt Born to the tyranny of the pa**ionless at heart Its derisive ways undo the claim Of the soulful will for lust Crawling through deserted colonnades of darkest grey The nameless season takes its bitter toll Warring factions lay to rest The mind's inherent struggle to collect The moments that it cherishes And thoughts of joy and grief Winding up with a soulless epitaph of belief These words they mean so little But the fires of neglect adorn Eyes shining in the darkness Where the thought has lost its spark Do they propose the troublefree existence of the dead? Or the unbearable darkness of unbeing? In the grey and cold abyss of loss On a path not leading on The thought is struggling on its own Oh, here comes the moon to shine Eluding the sense of a warming embrace Its voice cannot be heard An object of affection can't avoid The coldest deprivation of its light Starry skies enact the tragic mind-defect Horrid scenes appearing as blank As waters without breeze Mark the dying flame with aeons of flooding rain