K.C.N.

A Tune Of Non-Being

Exhaustive Separation

They Are Still In Bestowing Salvation

My Sight, Which Was My Power, Now Blurs

These Are Not The Words Of One Who Is Oppressed By A Demon

It's Time To Let Go

Psychosis Awakens And Craves Earthly Essence

Everyone Sees Noon At Their Own Door

The Cruelty Of Memory

The Transparency Of Fabricated Sanity

The Rotten Wood, Concrete Agony And Shedding Skin

You Held On Tight

The Words Boil Down Your Throat

Hopes Reach Retracts

Inside, Floating

As The Gaping Wound Bled

A Good Thing Isn't As Good As Nothing

We Are But Dust And Shadow

Angels Have No Thought Of Ever Returning You

My Heart Beats So That I Can Hardly Speak

And Her Wings Are Spread To The Breeze

Nothing In The End Can Stand Against It

As I Drift In The Void

Spinning Into The Void