rainchalked outlines
of thoughts never to whisper across woodscraped skies
or dance in the imagination of a newborn soul
there's a spiritual scent
from flowering candlelight
setting the stalks of selfishness and sorrow into flames of purity
exposing every flaw and imperfection yet somehow showing
an undescribable beauty


dreams come to life
while before our eyes we witness reality fray
depth perception
dies as memories join the past in yesterday


nothing to do
but welcome the change


driftwind cloudchimes
sound the arpeggio alarm to answer to shadowshifted disguises
of camoflauged chaos hiding in the empty sockets of Sins Skull
there's a residual effect
toxic and impolite
trying to achieve your trust pulling you down into the undertow of obscurity
covering up any hopes and dreams yet mystically making
matters of darkness a dying duty


dreams come to life
while before our eyes we witness reality fray
depth perception
dies as memories join the past in yesterday


nothing to do
but welcome the change


embrace
this new place