Beyond the Realms of Dream, That Fleeting Shade Under the Corpus of Vanity

To flee this aethyr, dead and accursed
Realm of constant torture
Tearing away this veil of ignorance
Surpass the boundaries of the flame
Tenuous ego, that feeble brave
Endless well of disappointment
Life, and the lustre that consumes it
Is the extinguished flame burning secretly
As in the furnace from these dark eyes alone
By solemn vision, bright silver dream
Infancy nurtured, constructs the form
Every sight, every sound, creates the impulse
Distorts the dream
That solemn vision dried upon our thirsting lips
And we are hung
Shapeless bone decayed within the withered skin