ANGEL DUST

Become the wind on the wings of the departed Flee this mortal realm and await becoming Towards another soil To become pure again It is here, to be sought Between worlds, torn asunder Understand that there have never been answers Only questions decayed into anxieties Contorting the body In place of night and day Engage the synthetic vaporization Embrace the throes of organic agony And crawl into this This mire of festering starlit brilliance This pure resonance All I can give you is The void within yourself This pure resonance I want you to feel the pulse of another world And crawl out of this skin Becoming unbecoming Scream accelerated into infinity The worlds we shared Inside this blissful moment The night carries us This pure resonance All I can ask of you Is to glide on this frequency Where the known becomes the knower The blood room Where being persists Eclipse of reason And the pale resolve A sallow immortality of emptiness This pure resonance