Come with me, to the field of crosses
where steel echoes as whispers.
Stray with me across the stream of thoughts,
and gaze at the core of the slaughterer.
As the hollow carving of the self breaks,
consciousness faded beneath the weight of madness.
Cursed by the gloominess of despair while craving the light,
lost at the fogotten horizon, dread invaded the cathedral of the mind.
Swallowed up by irrelevance into the heart of darkness,
a luminescence pierced through the night shade,
revealing fragments of hope that once were,
at the universe of dream of the afterlife.
The dream tells the tale of the world, the world tells the grief of reality.
Breath comes and goes as the wind howls, from their fleshly cages,
to the shadow region, border to the realm of eternity!