 When time did slow and the blood run dry, did care too begin to cease;
Despite my failings I know I'll need you there, should I ever hope to appease.  Dry your eyes and lament me not, you know where I’ll be;
Arms open and welcoming, come lay with me.  So if I never get to say this to you, you should still know;
Whether you see me or not, I’m with you wherever you go.  Feeling with the worthless and their cries of pain;
Is there somebody closer with which knowledge would wane?  The weight of the skies on the innocent earth;
Knowing little of what lies beyond since its birth.  We've got a name for people like you;
Creatures of habit, oh the odd things you do.  Towers...
Deity forged architecture Swirling in and out of form Enveloped in the arms of dark matter Towers...mercurial and flowing... -Agalloch // Birth and Death of the Pillars of Creation  The burdens and guilt we're all falling to;
Hiding here in the valley, was it someone you knew?  To have a say in death is all we require;
A silly request that will never transpire.  Clarity of the visions in the stillness of the night;
A graceful collapse and the fading of our sight.  Sleepless nights motions and their forms retreat;
Fear of what lies beyond, staying out of the street.  Can't anticipate triggers, in the words I despise;
With the straws drawn and faltering off to rise.  Who am I to resist,
The end is crawling over me; I never knew my place in this life, I found it here in the woodland fires.  My burning fuse, the only flame I have;
The words to say, where you confide is all I am.  The failing of the skies to bend to our every will;
Clouded judgement and inhibition, vacant minds to fill.  Sold and lost my humanity for material things;
Forsaken thoughts emptying, the comfort it brings.  Calling to you and again the night is falling over;
No pain subsides but I see you keeping your composure.  What do you seek when you have nothing left;
Do you retreat to expel the very breath from your chest?  Words do not complete the thoughts and feelings we have;
A pragmatic nature and the understanding of worth.  Lesser lived fragments of the once shattered dream;
Play as notes in the melody of the hope I used to keep.  Shapes appear where they don't belong;
Maybe I'm among them, could it be I was wrong? |
