Jan 31, 2006 00:58
Sunbathing under the shade of cold winter
Wearing nothing but sin, the ear feeding on fear
Fantasy escaping vision, comes and disappears
The makings of an elusive prey
Mesmerizing beauty, portray an innocent veil
A magnificent predator, quickly on the trail
Necromancer's bow, armed with poisoned arrows
The hunt is on, the night howls of sorrow
Broken promise of dawn, never again tomorrow
Woo the crooning graves near mourning
Its scent of decay setting in, seeping
The grindstone spins into the mind it's boring
A gust of wind drills the fang thrust
Injecting lithium to the blood quick and fast
Cells degenerate straining chemical unbalance
Satirical wasps sting, reminiscent of a trance
Inducing a state of euphoric bliss, nostalgia..
All factors contribute, to this involuntary admittance
Letting myself in.. the Hallucinations of Dementia.