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Awake yet in a dream

Wading through a thousand miles of demise

Where illusions come to reveal

The truth that used to brace strong minds, all lies

Indiscreet, yet in this evidence, the only truth

The weight of your visions - in due course - brings suffocation

For when all the structures break, the surface will shatter and wake

The view down beneath, the reality of our fate

I've explored before it's too late

To come into knowledge that death is all that surrounds

The rotting waiting for a chance to devour

My subconscious wanders, already I know, beyond sane return

You'll never come to understand me

Decay dwelling in man is what my fingers feel

... doom-scrawls and drowning screams

Beyond the shambles of man slumber the dreams of the damned

That dance in your mind, screeching cursed cries

Scavenging hope to survive

The shadows defined by the fire, burn in your eyes forever

Incubating the visions so foul...

That refuse to slumber Even when the flesh sleeps underground

Thus awaken the nether dreams

Confront burning torture of the soul

Here your human eyes shall see the roaring pits too ashen to behold

Here your blood, your hellborn wings come infested by the embryonic spawn of demons

You're never whole again

You slip away from the conscious

Born-again past humanity

Blind ones - you're never to be woken to see

That you're too far away in the darkness

Slumbering dying dreams

You'll never come to understand these

Mind-ripping dreams that drag you to the deceased

... doom-scrawls and drowning screams

So you’ve found your very place in the unknown

So you drown in the dark side of the human soul

In swaying forms, out of life yet still in motion

How beautiful: here emptiness shall devour all

Beyond the shambles of life

There’s nothing and no one to abide

The visions of ‘live deceased, the profundity of the seas

The structures too weak for their weight

The truth it’s already late to flee from the rotting

The void that will ever attempt to consume

Your truthful essence: worthless toil, the monoliths of man

Those drag us all below to slumber dying dreams