Primeval Rush-Mourning Beloveth

Anesthetized sleep Just conscious of life Collapsing around Us in grainy pieces A rare alchemy of sea and stars explode It mesmerises me What we have known of pleasure was nothing The frenzied passion, it strangles, suffocates But the space intrudes, malign and ruthless A hundred years explodes in that half moment Stepping outside the temporal load time unstuck For this is the peak the moment time slows down Where gravity disappears from the vacuum Blood rushing through ushering the rays of chaos Everything becomes non linear, an endless space As shivers creep down my spine all else in waves In the conscious hour the hour of none I feel it tighten round my throat As i strangle out whats left Poisonous veins bulge the residue of pleasure My skin it crawls with the primeval rush Its strangle how the mind can twist Wave upon demented wave just like a pulse Poisonous veins bulge with the residue of pleasure My skin it crawls with the primeval rush... Wave upon demented wave just like a pulse To one vast chord of wound That already clots and stales In the darkest hour the hour of none The conscious hour the hour of none