A Dialogue with the Eeriest Sublime Lyrics

I never craved
For the sight of this place
And I'll never flee from it


This canvas drowns in the silence
Of its fading shades
Hollow spheres ooze nothing but
Dust...

Like a relentless flood
When the will withdraws
Troops of sterile mouths
Was it I, who torn out the clay with my own hands?

I escape from my flesh
I meet a subtle retribution
A tighter cage
Was it I, who faced numbness as a bonebreaking fardel?

Blind I watched over
A dim eternity

On the glare of truth from afar

This land is deaf to
To its children shrieks
Infinite times corroding my
Self...

I've been weaving the plots
Of my abyss and now
I found an empty grail
Was it I, who led a fool crusade in the first place?

And here I glimpse a stone
Inscribed with two worlds
I'm wide awake inside
The dreaming mind of a lonely god screened in a dark chamber

...And it's blissful
But it doesn't feel like home