mournful dejection

YOU'RE FALLING AT THE THOUGHT SPIRAL

INTO TIME WEBS COVERED WITH DUST

LIKE ENIGMATIC BUTTERFLY ...

DYING IN DUST AT THE WINDOW

WINDOW TO THE FOURTH CARNAL REALITY

LIKE A HUMAN TEAR ...

ABSORBS EVERY SORROW AND AFFLICTION

BRUSH SPECTRAL FLOURISH ON THE SOUL PICTURE

NEVER CHARACTERISE, NEVER DEPICT

LIKE WORDS CAN'T DESCRIBE ...

THE MIND STATE ON THE END OF LIFE

LIKE THE STEP TO EMPTINESS ...

TO THE GROTESQUE NOTHINGNESS ...

YOU'RE FALLING AT THE THOUGHT SPIRAL

INTO FORGOTTEN WEBS OF ETERNITY

LIKE ENIGMATIC BUTTERFLY ...

DEAD IN DUST AT THE WINDOW