The emptiness inside increases the sense of
Isolation that inspires death
I can not escape this need for silence within
My soul
Nothing has the equivalent power than the lure
Of a breathless state of being
I fantasize that when I exhale their shall be no
Return of air into my lungs and my mind will be
Quiet and still
No more anxiety, fear or loneliness
I contemplate what would be worse
Another second without you?
Or to never see you again?
It is this psychological dilemma that keeps me in
A constant state of intolerable suspension
Only surrendering quietly into peace when you
Are present
I yearn for these passing moments in time when
I am with you that always seem to brief
And then a return to the contemplation
What is easier?
Death or love
| 1 | Beast Of Decadence |
| 2 | Untouched By The World |
| 3 | Abuse |
| 4 | Iapm |
| 5 | Irrational Insanity |
| 6 | Dreaded Day |
| 7 | Is It A Sin? |
| 8 | Dead Soul |
| 9 | Searching The Sound |
| 10 | The Sacred |