my world in a cold shade of sapphire
I chase your days with the flight of life
to no avail, I long for a voice to admire
roars long lost, sharp is the silent knife
my days in a dusty coat of crimson
pressured air cuts your throat to my bones
vibrations lay waste to my every dimension
in weight of blood, dreams I shall atone
my eyes in a coffin of crystals
seek your signal past the realms of men
faces form above the timeless vistas
and disappear without a word of when
my mind dark and devoid of warmth
hidden by the cloak of unconscious choice
dying things need time to die and I am of sorts
for I lost your voice in the sad infini
my world in a cold shade of sapphire
I chase your days with the flight of life
to no avail, I long for a voice to admire
roars long lost, sharp is the silent knife
my days in a dusty coat of crimson
pressured air cuts your throat to my bones
vibrations lay waste to my every dimension
in weight of blood, dreams I shall atone
my eyes in a coffin of crystals
seek your signal past the realms of men
faces form above the timeless vistas
and disappear without a word of when
my mind dark and devoid of warmth
hidden by the cloak of unconscious choice
dying things need time to die and I am of sorts
for I lost your voice in the sad infini