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. 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? 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 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. 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. The failing of the skies to bend to our every will;
Clouded judgement and inhibition, vacant minds to fill. 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. |
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