My Black Diary - Nature and Organisation, Death In June

We slip as stones

Across this sea

To dreams we’ve lived

And dreams we’ll see

With emptiness

A faded hue

In lost moments

In vortex with you

Left behind to wallow

A wild admission

Faith and cruelty combine

A chain of suffering

Taken from behind

In shadows we circle

And in shadows we blend

Transcience and its resonance

No lifeless echo but a lifeless end!

No lifeless echo but a lifeless end!