Across Elysian fields of jade Where Phantoms No longer linger Tendrils of Oleanders Creep ever-closer to My withered Brittle fingers Climbing upward The thorns- The thorns Constrict Around My neck Yearning for The specter to return To the Vacant Leer of my gaze Here I ossify in solitude Awaiting my demise Here I ossify in solitude Awaiting my demise Bitter glimpse of dreams Out of reach Grasping the wisps of smoke That remain Bitter glimpse of dreams Out of reach Grasping the wisps of smoke That remain