Seeds dive deep in sun-dried daydreams,
wizened, dried and decried, so it seems...

Prince anathema tries to forget
he's not alone when he's with me...

Can't solve the glue,
perhaps the pieces...

Memory is perdition
to the sacrosanct magician...

Polished chains, dawn-breaking and faith forsaking
Sentiment pales to diversity and balance flees us...

Silent bones whisper nameless thoughts,
their solidarity inviting to nervous lucidity...

Tragic is the loner preyed upon by faithless...
you're not lost, i promise, and im sorry i want...

Lights are smoking, drag me through the woods
splinters in my soul, lay your eyes to rest...

I don't believe in whispers, space or time
life is a lie but it's euporic and deep...

Youth passes by knowledge,
burning to make memories...

The burden of over ease is boredom, creativity's...
a fell rumble of ideas connotes the future's sense...

Tears well up and roll down to meet lips that form...
They tickle, they sting, they fight to believe...