Blidvinter - The Pitch Black Lake

Sail on summers breeze,
Pull the words from beneath my feet.
Follow my soul to spring and back.

Sleep now, the morning awaits you in the dark.
Quench the fear that rages in my heart.
Before winter's dying breath,
Let me confess to the serpent, swallowing itself;

You and I are the same
In the sense of constant re-creation.
The calm that once permeated the air of this place,
I feel it, pulling me further and further away,
Back into the fold.

Familiar cadence sweeps the air.
Shape of duality, a struggle in unison.
A somber scene, for you and me.
Past, stay past.
A lament, for what I am becoming now.
Orphic.

I tried, I tried, and I tried.
I tried, I tried, and I cried.
When the rain it washed,
Stay...
When the rain it washed,
Please stay in the past.

But we can fly anywhere on earth,
Leaving our homes painfully vacant.

Sleep now, the morning awaits you in the dark.
Quench the fear that rages in my heart.
Before winter's dying breath,
Let me confess to the serpent, swallowing itself.

Hope to change, but it never does.
I once more feel,
I feel seasons change coming upon me.

Rise my dear,
Watch this heavenly flame
Engulfed in dusk of our ways.
A bleeding that cannot be stopped.

Suppressed, or so I thought...
I feel that time comes to a halt.

As within so without,
Oh, this grave is not for you nor me.
Shed the last the vestiges of humanity,
For what we brought upon ourselves.

So wherever you may find yourself,
I will wait by the rivers step.
Sit idly by in the embrace of wet grass,
I will wait by the rivers step.

And I may never know your face.

It stands ablaze yet still, despite not looking the part.
It stands ablaze yet still, despite not looking the part.
Years turns to hours, life turns to ash in the blink of an eye,
And in this briefest of moments, will I ever see you again?

So wherever you may find yourself,
I will wait by the rivers step.
Sit idly by in the embrace of wet grass,
I will wait by the rivers step.

I wait here, by the edge of the world.
Rise... Rise! Rise, my dear!
Endless rain will keep me here.
I will wait by the rivers step.

And I will never know your face.

The night carries the wind through the fog.
Burdened by a sense of clarity.

You and I, we both know;
Non-sustainable.
As the night carries the wing.
Or is it just the spur of the moment,
Waiting... Waning...
One more crooked path...

Should I feel or should I fly?
The dreams are the answers to questions never asked before,
Should I propel my fears to the highest of heights?
An Odyssey out of loneliness, out of place.
The haze slowly lifting my feet.
Summer's blaze fades away.

Out of place.. You're out of place..
Pleading for me to join your endeavour.
But my home is here.
Can't you see?

You and I- We both know,
Non-sustainable.
As the night carries the wing.

You and I, we both know;
Unsustainable.
As the night, it carries us away.

Endless Smog, preying on skin and mind.
Where I lay my eyes
Grant visions, showing me signs of life.
Shadowy figure, deconceal yourself!

This frenzy is eating tears, dry soils of my mind.
As it fills my sense.. petrichor.

Open your heart, shelter me.
From six degrees of separation,
Our skin is touching now.
Honey, fear stalks you.
Honey, fear stalks me, too.

If I should deem,
Then maybe you should fear me,
Hiding under the eclipse.
Enshrouded,
And maybe you should fear me.

Connoisseur- Absence, proximity;
They serve no master. I remain unbound.
Intervals always remains the same.
Just don't let fear hold you back.

Please sit with me,
All I plead is don't-
Don't crush me beneath.
Seasons change ebb within
But truth remains the same,
Unlike extort of words.

Open your heart, shelter me.
From six degrees of separation,
Our skin is touching now.
Honey, fear stalks you.
Honey, fear stalks us all.

In a waking dream, celestial tears stroking down a face
Please don't cry now, the valleys are deep enough on their own.

I am buried beneath the layers of stone.
The curse that befell my land, it was love;
Ravager of Kingdoms - Releaser of change.
A shift on the forest's horizon,
A passerby drifting through the storm
That courses through the veins of Gods.

Eyes that fall,
Drops ascend to the heavens;
Self-imposed exile towering.
Left with crumbles and dirt,
And the innocence of the child within,
Wailing.

The curse,
It's reaching towards the end.
So how does the rain feel on your skin?
The chime's picking up the wind.
It is here.

Enthralled by the skyfall,
It is here, and then it slips away.
Just like you...

Serenity spilled from the heavens,
Revel and collect teardrops in my hands.
Oh, Mother Earth
Why won't you love me back?
Out of fingers, unto the ground.

Enthralled by the skyfall,
It is here, and then it slips away.
Just like you.
See the world through a prism
Of misplaced affection.

Open your eyes to a world unseen;
Through the prism of misplaced affection.
The calm of the storm slowly seeping back into my veins.

Wearing her wickedness to bed,
Like a coat of deviance
She slips another time into the mist.

The sun has fallen, drowned in the skyline,
But now they are here; towering from lows to highs.

As the fireflies lit the heavens up,
She escaped into the mist.
She was bound by the edge of the world,
Staring at the Pitch Black Lake.

Vaguely reminiscent of the sight the world provides.
Cast upon an endless pilgrimage of self-reflection,
But what this pool provides is dark beyond blackest night.

We were lead here not by the strife of another, but our own.
But I'm almost certain that's why people travel to places.
But in the deepest furnace of the soul, roots still remain of our homes.
Do we cope with being lost rather than finding our way?

Wearing her wickedness to bed,
Like a coat of deviance
She slips another time into the mist.

You and I... We both know...
Waxing, waning just like the tides.
In denial.

As the fireflies lit the heavens up...
She was bound by the edge of the world,
Staring at the Pitch Black Lake.

For what is despair? Left in the frame,
And all the other things had abandoned you.
But remember that for every tragedy there is an author,
Of Flames... Hope... They said.
All I see is love torn by war,
Caught in a loop of infinite struggle.
A landscape parched by mundanity,
Day to day routines. For what is truly emptiness,
If not such a condition, sealed in the flesh?

But how would you know? Faint voices calling,
That I must move, that I must go...

Found yourself? Such a foul concept.
Shrill, piercing love,
But I'd walk through the gates of hell to find you.
With sail at my hand, the wind is at your command.
The waves are the pulse of life through the storm.

A sorrowful tale, two worlds attempt to fuse as one;
Worlds of sentences built from nothingness-
Left to remain as nothingness.

For what is despair?
For me, fire...

For what is despair? For me fire...
For what is despair? For me it's fire;
It is life- warmth, love and war.
A ravager of Kingdoms,
A releaser of change.

A lowly instrument...
Navigation is set,
But the compass is hollow...
I see now through a different light.

Torch to lit the path,
As fate, it speaks in tongues.
For what is really dealt by random chance?
A lowly instrument,
Of flames... Hope... They said.
All I see is love torn by war,
Caught in a loop of infinite struggle.
A landscape parched by mundanity,
Day to day routines. For what is truly emptiness,
If not such a condition, sealed in the flesh?

For what is despair, If not for you?
For what is every second, If not for you?
You taught me life, warmth, love and war.
And as the rain fell from the skies,
- PETRICHOR -