Late nights I sit, chair by the fire, with burning desire.
Drunk on the darkness
Tipsy on twilight.
I am alive, oh so alive
and I am dead, dead as the stone walls enclosing me,
holding me, the bright embers scolding me.
Not a sound punctures the silence, no sight interrupts blindness.
I’m alive, I am dead, I’m alive, I am dead
I am, I am, I am
A sound descends
Just one notes, hanging in the air
Teasing, pleasing, easing.
And then another, below it
and then another, above it
Soon a symphony is playing
And it’s madness, madness
Chaos, Anarchy, Blasphemy, Suffering!
Head is spinning, ears on fire, mind BURNING
Then one note, singing, singing, singing
Soothing, Gentle, Beautiful.
It fades, It’s gone
I am dead, I’m alive, I am dead, I’m alive
I am dead, dead as the stone walls that enclose me
The embers that no longer scold me.
Smoke is all that is left, gone with the first subtle breeze
departing, fleeting, flying.
Gone, Gone, Gone
(Pomen Written/Submitted by Aaron Raphael)