- Inferno
What has become of my Elysium...

The sky a pitch black field,
on it the stars they burn so bright...

I'm standing here, waiting. Staring into the...
There is no sense of time and space. Raven mist...

Life is, an infinite summer
A spread of wheat and hay...

Imprisoned, in a Praxinoscope film.
You're every season, every shadow...

Concrete eyes feel nothing
feed false faith...

Oh my master
I call unto thee...

Obsolescence shadows a dampened vista
A darkled stream of concussions...

Reconstruct the strands of vigilant time
and cull the pixaleted history...

I am
the galactus omnia...

All desires are subject to parallax
Substructures from the anatomy of dreams extracted...

Faces of desert
fraying against palms slowly...