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"Forest Of Insomnia"

Stare... into the night...
As a winter turns bright...
Falling leaves...
Divided for a treasures deed...
Looking... Only too dawn...
For a pale night`s gone...
Silently braced...
Towards death`s all grace...

Inside the forest of insomnia...
The dystopian nightmare shall end...

Stars... lights the road...
To our destiny`s code
Quietly proceed...
To the shadows of my path...
Shallow... cliffs of conscience...
Arising from hell...
The abyss...
Awaits our call to begin the sleep...

Inside the forest of insomnia...
The dystopian nightmare shall end...

Asleep... In the fores of insomnia...
Never to awake...
Falling down...
Along the rocks of death...
Cursed... By the one...
And not the heavenly son...
Broken down...
Inside me I am now dead...

Inside the forest of insomnia...
The dystopian nightmare shall end..

Saturnus - Forest Of Insomnia

Opened my veins yesterday and poured in the twilight
with its dead promises. Nothing makes sense in an imaginary
world that no one can touch. In the strange hours I dream of evenings 
under moonrise and of fashioned ideals before they could turn
and go, had seeped their treachery into my widowed summers. Is this my lover, this face of death? I recoil to the unmoving view.

The soft, voiceless emotions escape the exhausted frame to assail
tomorrows empty heaven. The dawn, with its dull smell, fills my nostrils
and the stench of a burning sun separates the hope from silent lips.

There is something painful in the first spring bud of life, it tears at the insides and claws at the doors of tenderness 
that riseth in black forms from an obsolete graveyard.

To cast my eyes on the horrors you have created or to turn and gaze
at the clouds? It remains cold and dark and the painless times revel in
a distant memory that only seem to trespass when the night is clear.

The bitterness tastes sweet and it conjures up images
of a narcissistic funeral 
that injure my dreams
narcissistic dreams

The wordless world bleeds to the point of despair and the failed attempts to move end in quiet massacres. The lurid calm is a stalking mountain that eludes the perceptive eye but eventually overwhelms to send us cowering.

I Long

Saturnus

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