The Sickness Dominion-Dreamscapes Of The Perverse

Blind eyes turned in search Beyond this defiled graveland Tainted memories sleep in sweet repose Dissonant nightchoirs sing in the moonlight Mourning heartsongs which leave me yearning To hear once again those hymns To which the dead arose I taste the world＇s noxious tears Upon my severed tongue The alluring sweet breath of death Through my broken nose I breathe As the bastard progeny of hope lies stillborn While the debauched weeping mother Seeks refuge from passion＇s spectre And yearns for these haunting visions to fade I do not see the sharpened glares of the jaded Whilst the whirlwind of gathering voices I evade As the envious ghosts wish to strip this blind man From the sheltered world he has made Mannequins lie smashed Among the ruins of this world I see them as the corpses of those Who I once held dear But they were all decoys From the very beginning of my life My vision is warped and clouded By a parturient film of fear Never have I shorn my aversion to nightmares Since the morning I awoke to the horror And realization of being hopelessly transfixed By macabre demons astride their broken masters Swirling admist the fragile illusion Of awareness are the turbulent currents of resolve Blessedly never arriving to fulfill Their promise to the fates that have turned away