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In Death's Sweet Dreams

2013

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Go take a walk in the wild Be it daytime or at night Watch for the sights others miss The beauty in nature Wintertime's frozen mist The singing winds of the spring Summer's harvested fields And autumn's rain of (dead) leaves Raise your head and watch the sky Read the clouds and and wonder why Your soul wants to fly Sun-wards
Silent sky, drowsy storm clouds Shades of beige in crimson sunset Mournful sun, shrouded by sorrow Wait for my soul to join you in a duet A flight above tangible illusions Lifted by flashbacks to what could be Serrated edge of reality Cutting through dream-bound delusion From Sophia to Mary To Helen to Eve A backwards ascent in Wisdom, virtue, insight, desire A long distance embrace With one's own Anima Those who can't compare Dumped in merciless negligence Shadow thoughts, sunny memories Consigned to oblivion Ever and ever and ever
In the unknown depths of ocean In the unseen mists of marshlands In the darkness of long winter nights The fear of unseen The fear of unheard Sickness of the mind Visions in colours undiscovered Music beyond our ability to hear Astral dreams dreamt wide awake Through the eyes of sanity lost The crazed are the eyes and ears of the world To twisted reality blocked by our unconsciousness What we choose to ignore having seen and heard Breaks their minds to a better form
Cold and endless night A macabre masquerade of stars Six suns then there was none Dovim's light was the last to dawn Billions stars, flames in the sky Nightfall had begun Burn burn Burn burn Whatever that burns Homes, trees, cities, the world Burn burn burn When madness comes When stars shine When darkness looks down Burn burn Burn burn The world Nightfall... Nightfall...
Misunderstood kindness Conflicts that play out inside one's mind Stay and run away at the same time Confidence; the click of a mental switch Others, strangers, outside one's comfort zone They lie, they cheat, they always turn their backs They lie, they cheat, they always turn their backs to you Men in black are following you Run away They want you to run away Stay They read your brainwaves Cover your head They want you dead Kill them first They call you a Schizophrenic But you know better But you know the truth It's an excuse to kill you They call you Insane But you know better But you know the truth It's all a ruse to own you They call you a Schizophrenic But you know better But you know the truth It's an excuse to kill you They call you Insane But you know better But you know the truth It's all a ruse to kill you
Since you have gone Since death is too sweet to come back Everything I see reminds me of you Since you have gone Since death is too sweet to come back Everything I see reminds me of you Sunrise in wintertime through frozen mist Rainfall in autumn's shades of drying leaves Blue moon in a blue sky of summer morning Beige clouds dancing with the rays of dying sun You appear in everything I see You sing in every sound I hear I can't wait to join you In death's sweet dreams You appear in everything I see You sing in every sound I hear I can't wait to join you In death's sweet dreams Sunrise in wintertime through frozen mist Rainfall in autumn's shades of drying leaves Blue moon in a blue sky of summer morning Beige clouds dancing with the rays of dying sun
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul. But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes. She dwells with BeautyBeauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.