 Become the archetype you are meant to fear;
In the mind of the collective you seem to appear. ... Hasselblad 500C + 50mm f/4 + Ilford HP5 Ilford ID-11 + w a t e r + Ilford Rapid Fixer  The waning moon crawls across the sky;
Too much is too wrong, yet you justify. ... Hasselblad 500C + 50mm f/4 + Ilford HP5 Ilford ID-11 + w a t e r + Ilford Rapid Fixer  Turn away you eyes from what mustn't be seen;
That which tarnishes memories that once seemed so clean. ... Hasselblad 500C + 50mm f/4 + Ilford HP5 Ilford ID-11 + w a t e r + Ilford Rapid Fixer  Careless cries on the wind you dare to cast out;
An impression in clay to escape from this doubt. ... Hasselblad 500C + 50mm f/4 + Ilford HP5 Ilford ID-11 + w a t e r + Ilford Rapid Fixer  Throw away the perfection in your deepest dreams;
And let the wave of impurity poison our streams. ... Hasselblad 500C + 50mm f/4 + Ilford HP5 Ilford ID-11 + w a t e r + Ilford Rapid Fixer  Having withered away, days since I woke;
A premonition for those whose spirit has broke. ... Hasselblad 500C + 50mm f/4 + Ilford HP5 Ilford ID-11 + w a t e r + Ilford Rapid Fixer  So many miles away from home;
Severed the ties to become alone. ... Hasselblad 500C + 50mm f/4 + Ilford HP5 Ilford ID-11 + w a t e r + Ilford Rapid Fixer  A rising tide has consumed the plain;
In a whimper of defeat, we cannot remain. ... Hasselblad 500C + 50mm f/4 + Ilford HP5 Ilford ID-11 + w a t e r + Ilford Rapid Fixer  Place yourself in this branded state;
Let go of your words if you cannot relate. ... Canon 5D Mark III + Sigma 20mm f/1.4 Art  Seeking to suppress understanding;
Bring on this complete loss of control. ... Canon 5D Mark III + Sigma 20mm f/1.4 Art  Scratching and clawing in the doors of the wardrobe;
The evil that brews in the darkness before you. ... Canon 5D Mark III + Sigma 20mm f/1.4 Art  Can I reconcile misunderstanding;
Will this wave of doubt be too damning? ... Hasselblad 500C + 50mm f/4 + Ilford HP5 Ilford ID-11 + w a t e r + Ilford Rapid Fixer  The vestige of a dying mind lies just outside its comfort;
To embrace this ambiguity is to bathe in the light of summer.  You must combat these primitive urges and indeed must too advance;
Know the face that plagues and damns, it once disturbed you with a glance.  The withered tree shudders as this violent breath shakes its roots;
Every limb and bough grew weaker with every cry that it produced.  Don't make promises to yourself that you don't intend to keep;
If you waste away these visions what will you then conceive?  The piercing sounds you make
Soaring higher, higher now And once left in my wake Your memory's nothing but the scars on me -Opeth // Deliverance  So many years in retreat under this weakening light;
Her yearning still compels me in the hours of the night.  Delusions continue in these visions of youth;
Betray initial conceptions for revisions of truth.  The blinking of truth pushes shadow into recess;
An articulation of mind, is its value now less?  The shroud prevails over the edges of sight;
And the window of time is unchanging this night. |
