Fields of Grey - The Interbeing

Faltering into the entity of time

I see the prospect of your wrongs

The end consoled in the clarity of sorrow…

Of the fated

Witness the turn of tide that disintegrates

Unraveling the hole in me

The grey fields in my sleep…

The sphere of the unsaved

The skyline is chemical

I wait for the ground to resemble the sun

Watching the ashes descend from the sky

Dust surrounds us in whole, but

The purpose of the proud will not be covered

The end is close and revolves on the axis

Of unknown premonitions;

our desolation

In the sight of things to come

I can’t find the one way out of this grey foretold

You won’t live forever

Eternity in subtlety is choking you

Hear the calls

Your penitence in the distance

Feel the surge

Thunderstorms in subsistence

Rising up through time

Resist the spin

Rising up through time

Insurrecting the spin

Unraveling the hole in me

The grey fields in my sleep…