22-07-2011, 12:23 AM
deprived of truth,
depraved, the hollow center cannot hold,
the senses' pressure builds
no answers may be found,
yet questions are demanded at each turn,
uncertain Gods
vacate the sky,
the fallen have arisen to their thrones,
in weightless ecstasy
though I am wholly known,
I must not will not should not ever know,
and so to sleep
depraved, the hollow center cannot hold,
the senses' pressure builds
no answers may be found,
yet questions are demanded at each turn,
uncertain Gods
vacate the sky,
the fallen have arisen to their thrones,
in weightless ecstasy
though I am wholly known,
I must not will not should not ever know,
and so to sleep