Although, singular reasons would
run out in dark in shade
To oblivion where it would be
almost impossible to trace
I still find something
that I always…

In that very core
where all was unified
The level was equal
I heard you calling me
but in estranged
phase it was all a blur

Way too late
Weigh those
you have…


Clean vox:
No congregation
No illusion
No other-wordly here
Please do not mystify
your thrill,
conjecture echoes in the void

The empty shells had called me
with nothing to offer
but I still called out
if there is something to amaze

No congregation
No illusion
No other-wordly here
Please do not mystify
your thrill,
conjecture echoes in the void