05-16-2013, 07:27 AM
24 days, 6 hours, 42 minuets, 12 seconds, that is when the world will end
A moon in slumber, it is a moon, it is my moon
It sleeps on the pillow roof of the vine
It dwells for eternity, for centuries, for seconds
In this nothing I can feel it yearning
In this something I can feel it longing
The thorns became my fingertips
As the dreams became visions
Astronaut your wings have become a silver jungle
The swamps whisper sacred but ripples lie brown
Its tears point to oceans, still yearning
Visions circle a past sky, around the rim of my eye
I can see a world burning
23 days, 0 hours, 0 minuets, 0 seconds, that is when the world will end
Awaken a field, not of orchid
Our slumber turns to wake
Our ghosts become the air
The air, colourless but solid
16 days, 6 hours, 42 minuets, 12 seconds, that is when the world will end
Roaring waves of time leads layer-less taste
A violent sea, is still a grey face
Its eyes, burning but it bleeds
Bleeding rivers but not red
Crystal blue but it is black
Wonder weaves and wonder tracks
Across the wonder tracks lays a quiver
The eternity cycle of the bound infinity rail-rode
Say it says, it is silver
A moon in slumber, it is a moon, it is my moon
It sleeps on the pillow roof of the vine
It dwells for eternity, for centuries, for seconds
In this nothing I can feel it yearning
In this something I can feel it longing
The thorns became my fingertips
As the dreams became visions
Astronaut your wings have become a silver jungle
The swamps whisper sacred but ripples lie brown
Its tears point to oceans, still yearning
Visions circle a past sky, around the rim of my eye
I can see a world burning
23 days, 0 hours, 0 minuets, 0 seconds, that is when the world will end
Awaken a field, not of orchid
Our slumber turns to wake
Our ghosts become the air
The air, colourless but solid
16 days, 6 hours, 42 minuets, 12 seconds, that is when the world will end
Roaring waves of time leads layer-less taste
A violent sea, is still a grey face
Its eyes, burning but it bleeds
Bleeding rivers but not red
Crystal blue but it is black
Wonder weaves and wonder tracks
Across the wonder tracks lays a quiver
The eternity cycle of the bound infinity rail-rode
Say it says, it is silver

