Like a nomad,
in the subconscious realms
Of the beyond.
The night is old,
Yet I still seek peace.
Restless
drifting,
The dark corridors
In the unknown chambers of the mind.
Where is the door, to the light of dreams.
Total
isolation.
Land of desolation.
Dreamless sleeping.
Darkness reaping.
Deeper into the night I go.
Darker than ever are
the pits below.
Sculptures in stone.
Dark protectors of sacred ground
Only the pure may enter,
Into the twilight
zone.
With the underworld
Subconscious darkness I am allied
Deeper aspects, forces of nature,
Mind can now see the
unseen.
Ancient land hidden from man.
An esoteric dream in the desert sand.
Shimmering sparks in the darkness.
As death
overtakes the soul.
Loose the body, and earthly conscience.
The freedom of the spirit must be total.
Firewinds in shapeless
forms.
Exploding light from new dimensions.
I am it, and it is me.
A phantom creature.
In supremacy.
