| Must lie low, a fitful sleep Aligned my thoughts too drawn, too deep Something old which makes me dream Slip down to far an edge mind stream Tell me now the cost of peace How to ride this great black beast Haggard, hindered, a callous soul To much to swallow in a deep dark hole Void the vacuum that cleans my space And leaves me breathless on a well worn face I am right now what I was before A captured spirit to die no more. |