Shroud of Frost

Undying odyssey... a myriad of times

The soul has seen

Through eyes of heaven

The imperium of earth

There's nothing left to perceive

Help me to escape from this existence

I yearn for an answer... can you help me?

I'm drowning in a sea of abused visions and shattered dreams

In somnolent illusion... I'm paralyzed

Infinity distraction

A pious human disorder

Blind to passage of souls

Conclusion from one remembrance

Help me to escape...

Transfixed... I gaze through my window at a world lying under a shroud of

frost. In a forlorn stupor I feel the burning of staring eyes, yet no one

is here. Detached from reality, in the Knowing of dreams, we know the

entity of ensuing agony waits to clasp us in its cold breast, in an empty

room. We awake and it's true...

I dreamt of the sun's demise, awoke to a bleak

morning. In the emptiness I beheld fate for the dead light is a foretelling

of what will be... I saw a soul drift from life, through death, and arrive

at Elysian fields in welcoming song. Yet I stand in a dusk-filled room

despondently watching the passing of the kindred spirit... and there

is no song... just a delusion of silence.