Some of my spirit dwells forever
In utter desolation
The primordial darkness
Within and without
Seeking one sliver of Light
Which in abeyance looms
Above the Mountain of knowledge
Under the Tree of life
With roots no deeper than the oceans shallow
I absorb the calm-chaos of my
Silent suffering
In some daze of yearnings
Creating visions
Against the bower of dreams
Muse, songs
Repeating the hymns of Silence

Sleep is such a sweet oblivion
That many a day
I woo each night
Embracing its shadow
With a sigh of pleasure
Bridal songs lull me to sleep
Bathing my soul
Into the ocean of emptiness
And silken dreams
Inside the vacuums slumber
Then begins
The journey to my subconscious
Where Muse sits
Watching and laughing
The agate stars in his eyes
Shooting through the emptiness
Falling into a volcano of desire
Citron, unmelting flames
With crimson tongues
Kindling and leaping
And coiling around my soul
While my sightless eyes
Pray, plead and lament
Come, surcease
Let me be a part of my Muse
Or brand my life with death
Where hours seduce not Time
And blind, hopeless Days
Lust not after Nights
Yet, oblivion escapes me
Leaving behind
Tortures of the damned