I am held high by the wings of ascension Where my desires remain unplagued By the abysmal embodiment Of your penitent crusade Within a debased existence The ravenous still exists For a ceaseless feast in lucid life Reflected in the mental Reverence I must seperate What I think from what I know To the warmth of mind A dynamic in desperate need Rooted rings of balance Come to me To the warmth of mind Renewed in vibrancy Illuminate this negative space My thought and memory I abnegate to tread undone To the gallows of half lived lives Mentalities in non-expanse No longer sacrificed In the luminance of recollection I must seperate what I see From what I know To the warmth of mind A dynamic in desperate need Rooted rings of balance Come to me To the warmth of mind Renewed in vibrancy Illuminate this negative space My thought and memory Your boundless breadths of fortune Vain in desolate hues Scabbed to these obscuring walls I pity you in your solitude To the warmth of mind A dynamic in desperate need Rooted rings of balance Come to me To the warmth of mind Renewed in vibrancy Illuminate this negative space My thought and memory Rooted rings Come to me These obsidian wings Come to me Thought & Memory