Of Deepest Dreams I
The eyes are the window into the soul.
A passageway into the darkest nights
of deepest dreams.
To the eternal nightmares of ancient lands
Where streets run as veins in a twisted city, evermore.
A sphere of obsidian and crimson cradled on black sands
locked by the earth's bleak womb.
To a dead city where white wraiths go to fade.
Where fires of hell, damnations souls dwell...
Burn bone into oblong boxes of stone…
Where life is stillborn…
Awaken to deaths, dear mistress.
Thrust into the dark bank dust.
Here I sit & reflect on this rusted earth.
Where your friends are enemies…
Ones that can never trust…
In the night's deepest dreams…
My soul is bound to purgatory.
Watching windows made of EYES, eternal!
Piercing into every secret sacred heart
Home to twisted desires…
Lost in all that expires…
Windows into deep soul…
Dreams echoes of worlds unknown!
From heaven to Valhalla!
From Hades to the graves!
The City of Perdition stands eternal
as my soul roams. Raves!
A passageway into the darkest
nights of deepest dreams.
To the eternal nightmares of the ancient soul.
Were streets are drenched in blood-like veins
in a twisted city, evermore!
Nevermore!
I look into dark gray steel towers.
A sphere of obsidian and crimson
cradled by the earth's stark womb.
To a dead city, where fires
of hell & souls damned, dwell!
I burn to bone in oblong boxes
of stone in blackened earth
My home...
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