Do tell me why my dreams

Speak to me always of never?

For I am the never, the ever dreaming senses

Within the windows of mine eyes, the beauty is ever shame


This searing imagery roots within my consciousness

Imagery that which I wish to know of, and wish not to know of

They are one in the same

The silence of screaming, deep within the void of my never

Take away the emptiness


The dance echoes its imagery to me

Again and again... and again

Our dance... our very last dance

Taunting me, taunting delicately around the empty carousel

Of what I now wish to be and what remains of my dreams


Why must I dream of the flourishing fountain

Ever flowing with the blood of al whom hath cried out my name?


Forget not my name


The dance echoes its imagery to me

Again and again... and again

Our dance... our very last dance

Taunting me, taunting delicately around the empty carousel

Of what I now wish to be and what remains of my dreams


A glimpse of a beautiful painting slips away

Leaving in its place a canvas of endless black...

Yet the illusion remains