Mirrors Of Flesh

Wherever I may briefly glance
I find my kin bound in trance
Lily crowns on dissembler heads
And souls that hide black dreads.

I preached like I'd never preach again
As a dying man amongst dying men
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in the dust!

Deprive a man of his rank and pride
Keep only the sorrow in his heart
You will find a new summit of despair
As he struggles, hopelessly, on and on.

It is now the twilight of my dreams
Onward towards an eclipse it seems
The hope of day is gone and far
I fall from the sky like the Morning Star.

As I speak, the deepest chambers of my heart
Are flooded with an agony which
Not only consumes, but drives me
To seek a land beyond, the limitations of slumber.

I've met death in the eyes of men
And in the whispering leaves
But nowhere near as often than
In the silence of the heart.

Will the storms ever stop?
It feels as all the forces are against me
Constantly torn between despair and calm
The struggle stretches ever long
Left only with anguish to numb pain
Abandoned in life with a shrieking sorrow
Being deprived of happiness so many years
Can bring even the giants to their knees
The dawn is drowning in foreboding omens.