Instrumental

To continue that motion towards the end,
Slowly...circling...dancing.
This path of solitude,
Towards the immense shapeless emptiness.

Graceful Transcent
Circling towards the inevitable
Bereft of will and life
Tempting whisper from the dark

Their hands wave a last goodbye...
No-one sees...No-one hears.
And I move silently,
Away, like aeons on the stream.

Wandering this funeral path
Circle slowly...away
The emptiness is ours...eternally

There is no sun,
No sun here...

Locked in this shell,
this monumental casket...
Standing in the cold rain,
unable to move away...

I dream with the aeons, both trapped in nothingness...
Dream of what not is,
and never shall be...

Locked int this shell,
this monumental casket...
Statue forever watching them.
The emptiness seems so near..

I am without sin... son will be gone...

Hideous defunct creation
Hating obsolete emotions
Hideous disfunct creation
Fear all that was never felt

Hideous disfunct creation...
I am...the Monolith

But I know I remain
Eternal is the torture forever the solitude

I am not to blame... soon will be dead

In here...solitude
In here... the pain
You cannot understand

Dark vast shape

Eyes like statue... dreams for tonight
Once the dancer , nothing no more

Refuge in tapers of thought
Flee in aeons of dreams

Afraid...
Want this... to end
Lost all...

Chosen
Solitude...can not flee
From self

Want this to end

You cannot understand
You shall never care...