Because we
Hoping for something more
Hoping for something else
Me, you seeing me this time
New Dawn Fades

Seeker,
My voice, is esoteric.
Many listen; few hear.
Beware;
That and they which giveth light,
may at once produce shadows that fright.

You’ve been warned.

“Mummies and madmen grow dark in the sun—You, too.”
Schizophrenic patient "F'", 1942

I’m not there
It’s empty now
When you get what you crave
And throw it out
So much care
A heavy sound
Yeah, it darkens the way
I hear you now
Waves