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Fading sounds

Creeping whispers

Of the damned

Drawing nearer

Gasps of breath

Tainted prayers

Sighs of death

Through the stale air

The plight of a wounded soul now eternally in silence (silence)

Withheld from the eminence of incarnation’s worldly guidance

In limbo between the spheres of isolation and expulsion

Now dragged through infinite years of incorporeal convulsion

Shimmer…

Writhe transparent

Watch through…

Mask of clouds

Kin of…

Ageless horrors

Seeking a means to be

Pulled into the light

Echos in the mist

Cascading in a dreamwave

Inhabiting the fringe

Secluded in a mindstate

Entering a plane

Endlessly dissolving

Intruding in the real

Through eternal doors revolving

As formless, we seek form

We are without shape

Deathless we must hide

In the depths of chaos hoping to wake

As timeless, we live not

But as vacant minds

Seek we must a source

For the flowing essence of our unlives

The light followed but never taken

Ceaseless torment

The endless plight of the unchosen

Blighted fortune

Unwilling vacuous disciples

Of a warped fate

The formless relics of a lost hope

Naught animate

“The withered grasp of ghostly hands

Trying to grab hold of realization into the abyss of worldly death,

but finding air and mocking emptiness,

Must sink back into the obscure chasm from whence they came…”