Dimentia Chronicles

And the deafness hosts astral wilderbeasts,

as soon as fire and storm have passed

Is that what you do when earth overshadows its satellite

That's what the blindness does; it makes you hit things

I tormented you by hiding in a place you could not reach

Sometimes I just lay me to remain in the basin,

my soul draining down into the abyss

Bones step out of my kitchen

They walk away with chatter between the ribs and vertibrae,

"Let our innards eat burnt cake!"

And they grab a crimson towel to cloak us like a royal robe

Nucleus turns jet and planets get mashed in a grey collider

Let's pretend a dove lives here as we revert to yesteryear with age

Is it too late to shrink into that keyhole

I'm afraid so

I'm just afraid