Full night sky, endless twilight, broken by the winter winds Running chills, a cold that pierces temples Eyes return to the room, dark emptiness in bloom My paintings, no longer visible upon the wall Black drink in hand, opium infused ecstasy I need to forget this place, my years in isolation begin to haunt me As does this old crooked monolith of debauchery
The liquid now taking hold, my sight begins to bare the aura A gaze meets mine, that of the goat man within the painting upon the wall The eyes are alive, slowly turning to point at the rooms corner Now lifeless, frozen again in this pose
I look where the two walls meet, a light appears and is inverted Filtering dark haze in the moonlight.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
