"You see man as a rather dismal creature." "Yes. Why not? Look around...you'll see what's there. Fear, and frightened people who kill what they can't understand."

Transfixed... I gaze through my window at a world lying under a shroud of frost. In a forlorn stupor I feel the burning of staring eyes, yet no one is here. Detached from reality, in the Knowing of dreams, we know the entity of ensuing agony waits to clasp us in its cold breast, in an empty room. We awake and it's true... I dreamt of the sun's demise, awoke to a bleak morning. In the emptiness I beheld fate for the dead light is a foretelling of what will be... I saw a soul drift from life, through death, and arrive at Elysian fields in welcoming song. Yet I stand in a dusk-filled room despondently watching the passing of the kindred spirit... and there is no song... just a delusion of silence.

Transfixed... I gaze through my window at a world lying under a shroud of frost. In a forlorn stupor I feel the burning of staring eyes, yet no one
is here. Detached from reality, in the Knowing of dreams, we know the
entity of ensuing agony waits to clasp us in its cold breast, in an empty
room. We awake and it's true...

I dreamt of the sun's demise, awoke to a bleak
morning. In the emptiness I beheld fate for the dead light is a foretelling
of what will be... I saw a soul drift from life, through death, and arrive
at Elysian fields in welcoming song. Yet I stand in a dusk-filled room
despondently watching the passing of the kindred spirit... and there
is no song... just a delusion of silence.

Transfixed... I gaze through my window at a world lying under a shroud of frost. In a forlorn stupor I feel the burning of staring eyes, yet no one
is here. Detached from reality, in the Knowing of dreams, we know the
entity of ensuing agony waits to clasp us in its cold breast, in an empty
room. We awake and it's true... I dreamt of the sun's demise, awoke to a bleak morning. In the emptiness I beheld fate for the dead light is a foretelling of what will be... I saw a soul drift from life, through death, and arrive at Elysian fields in welcoming song. Yet I stand in a dusk-filled room despondently watching the passing of the kindred spirit... and there is no song... just a delusion of silence.