Part I - Echoes of the Unseen

Empty, macabre, a puppet to
Reason, dancing with the filaments
Of rage, empty, Macabre,
Condemned for treason, dying
For the passing of an age.

Time, Since, Sleep, Mind,
Mouth, Eyes, Sound, Waves, Rest
Rise the falling moon
A dead horizon

Cells, Rot, Shells, Shock,
Self, Rage, Truth, Stale, Slave
No need to fear, Eyes tightly shut

Stare from the looking glass
The dead grinning wide
Forgetting you are blind