Darkness Weaves With Many Shades

Hidden in shadows of light, when the curtain's pulled

looked at with eyes sayings all, about direfulness

Should have preferred the comfort of nondisclosure

Slayed by pre-existence

Sweetheart, come here, touch me, I'm still me

the making of lies is not all to decline

I've been there

I've touched it

don't neglate my mind, do trust it

what's sacred to you has been put through my spine

Waiting for the verdict inwrought with secrecy

generative thoughts, from another dying bred:

All we see and all seem is but a dream

and darkness weaves with many shades

Sector senseless, your stagnant

Unabashed

Illdisposed

a shapeless ghost convoking me

Inside the church of nonbelievers I find myself

peacedecievers, my private hell

All the answers layed down to me

by higher power showing ways to victory

Deficient as a heathen, in terms of fortitude

singing out the dirge relieving me for you

All we know just goes to show our inner glow

and darkness weaves with many shades

sector senseless, your stagnant

Her gracious smile at mine

Sweetheart, come here, touch me, I'm still me

the making of lies is not all to decline

I've been there

I've touched it

don't neglate my mind, do trust it

what's sacred to you has been put through my spine