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