Fall of the Mind.
Although few believe it...
The haze, it starts to set in.
My horizons door froze.
I gaze into the heavens and the skies a lifeless portal.
Minds of mortals falling like the rain in eyeless storms do.
And it pains me like a thorn because I plainly tried to warn you.
They say bravery's a gorgeous thing. Absorb and respect it.
Crush the flaura and fauna with a mortar and pestle.
Snort and ingest it, ascend within primordial vessels,
Or be torn, burnt, and settle, too warped to be rescued.
Be seen as great, respected, or be lost through the cracks.
The scenes are stained across the page. I often look back.
A breed and their forgotten ways, been squandered to black.
Surreal and somber fables of the monster in man...
I feel they're false, and maybe there's resolve in that fact,
Since vision is a prison on the foggiest planet... Yet,
I've seen the tip of wisdom and eclipsed it's vicious, distant levels.
Hell I've seen the fallen angels, must assume there's risen devils.
Saw the blizzard settle, now I'm resting since my breath is fading.
Slept to see the blemishes invented from the quests I've taken.
Set me on a bed of razors, rescue me from death and hatred.
Stressed and I'm depressed and all this medicine perpetuates it.
Destined to that path in which I'm pointing, like the mast of ships.
Filtering the poison from the noise before it pass my lips.
Embarking onto darker waters, dance across the path to it.
It's black, as if packs of Atlantis transients inhabit it.
Imagine if the ballads rift was drawn onto the canvas.
It's synonymous to all of it like knowledge is to glasses.
Grab the picture, draw a match, watch the photo fall to ashes.
Draft an almanac of the sunken castles and twisted nations.
Drift away with the strongest axis whose since decayed,
And then stick and paste all misplaced pieces and situate it
Till the picture is repainted and this mist has dissipated.
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