Morphia - Esoteric

This air of silence

Breathes through the sullen mist

Transparent winds

Ease these age-old wounds

As stale thoughts disappear

Through Morpheus pathways

I am in wake but dreaming

This warmth annuls

As time drew slowly upon this wretch of life

Weary sighs of condolence never did urge with zest

The fire within hands made to rest

Swallow me within sin

This blood flows free through my veins

Procure my will through lascivious rite

Delving subliminal realms

As lust invites me to stay

Engulfed within flesh

Casting gaze at the puppets

Acting out their play

Their slightly wooden frames

Stretched and splintered by their masters

Crawling beneath their minds' eye

Those whom follow, reflect

And do not become

Not to be… Not to be…

Their words waste my time here

With their fragrantless tones

A veil to distract those whom wouldst live

To create

Not to serve

I walk amongst the shadows of the dead

Thoughts bleeding into the ether

Into endless night