Waiting for the Sun (To Burn out My Eyes)
JOHN MCLIMANS JR., ROBERT ORR
Hissing beneath a forest of shifting echoes
Hold my thoughts alone.
Blood red, beneath your warmth
Torn from colliding thoughts
Betraying incendiary dreams
Into the void
Nightmarish clam
Perception wills its way into our world
Eyes deceive belief
Lecherous whispers of light
Devouring sanity into Oblivions parasite
Severing Heaven from its disease