Parched with thirst am I

And dying

Raging with hunger am I

And crying



How swiftly time has past in here

Though broken hours I have drawn near

Time has struck its hammer upon me

Driven deeper the nails of fate in me



This my constellation I shall bequeath

Unravel the threads (which lie) underneath



Seasons by the concrete lake

This pergament skin for thee to take

In which to draw these faces still

Awaken emotionless life-fill



Harken! the machines grind their teeth

Serrated, razor-hands clawing

Technology, machinery, observatorium of fear

No place-for estheticism here



This our heritage we shall bequeath

Caugh inside the web we weave beneath



The Dystopians were right

The new dawn heralds another night

And the sun does shine no more-

With the flickering life-flames light



Edenfall-winter among the stars

Casseopeia beckons from horizons far

This my constellation I shall bequeath

Sear the flesh of heaven in me