For The Sickened Voice To Hear

Once reflectedRefused to shine againThis may vanishThe source of will slowly drainStill blank face grinYour rapture will igniteUnder your dead masqueA painful fade from sightAre we here?Once eternalI drank a thousand mindsDead shapes turn real nowThey are of thousand kindsExposure, a death showDim lights pierce my mindA passage though substanceClairvoyance, a rare findAre we near?No, I won't view your sightA sickened voice to hereI won't sight your mindOnce rejectedThe voice spoke so clearStillness absorbed byThe everlasting fearConstruction of dead mindsA beauty of beholdFollowed in vague stepsThe end was foretoldI have drowned in white infinityDriven to the edge of sanityShadows of declined supremacyDebased by our thoughtless sanctityNo, I won't view your sightA sickened voice to hearI won't sight your mindNo, I won't view your sightA sickened voice to hearI won't sight your mind