Temple of the mind, a thousand fantasies lie rotting

This is how it is

As if my madness alone without me

In loving memory

Warned by a raven in the densest growth

Concert of Angels, tell me what you know

Plants in the Rainforest, limited sunlight

Fresh air all closed again, feeding on itself

Colors of the rainbow, streaming light

It’s too dangerous to wait until night

It doesn’t seem to be real somehow, serious and silent

Such a different time flow, black is the violet


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