AtLast_[07]

How do you scrape void From your soul? Untimely options: Twisted faceless dimensions Or Suspect concoctions? Diclensions of Foundation Or Fantasy? I don't know. But I hear things. Chimes in the wind , They do resound And I resonate In every intonation. Is that you, Appealing tranquility, Whispering an gel us? Manifest! Light breezes of twilight Lend voice to you. I have lapsed in this fog, Weathered of no choice of you Out of clues, out of basis. Drained of kegs, Out of the graces To borrow Whatever this vacuum can beg. You, Trapling of shadow, My light bent of sorrow, Reveal to this ghost