Consumed by a swamp of delusions
We dwell in the absence of mind,
Creatures that have no delight
Playing gods within cocoons of ignorance…

Growing branches of a wisdom’s tree
Have impaled the ancient sky
That has seen dawns of mighty ones,
That has seen falls of the damned…

Slumber covers flaws and mistakes
As a gift for visually impaired…
The whirl of life slows down when it is draped
With swollen eyelids and colored dreams…

threadbare tape of similar [bad word] away into unknown spaces
Where the blinding light cuts it forever
Like silver scissors of fate…

Being dead… Feeling no shame…
Devouring ourselves for vicious fulfillment…
The sand of time [bad word] out…
Through the turbid glass…Transparent we are…

In the name of disharmonic Pride
We dwell in the absence of will…
Cursed salvation – suicide for those
Who tired from waiting for a wonder…