Connections flow into Detatchement,
through fields of the Unknown.
Where Unity disolves into the Solitude,
forgotten steps still echo here…
…in silence.

Dreams twist into a purple stream,
of boundless autumn sky.
When the soul extinguishes itself,
hidden beneath the sour darkness…
…of dirt.

This beloved melancholy slips in,
last minute into this fated decay.
Impending implosion of ones identity,
overshadowed by the exploration of ones madness.
What’s lingering here no longer…
…matters