Consiously doubting my right to a psalm.
These dark premonitions I write, never wrong.
I lie awake tortured, by the night, by the calm.
A lingering perception of life, ever gone.

One of two souls, quantum minds are unbound.
Separate night from day, not the sight from the sound.
Masquerade like a slave that's made way from a hound.
The world prays to be saved, as I refuse to be found.

Constantly doubting cause the right path was wrong.
I sing the unsaid, there's no harmony in the song.
There's a dim light blinking in the night, never long.
In the sands of time sinking, from the light, ever gone.

Numb from a substance, crystal raindrops float down.
Separate land from state, not the dirt from the mound.
The dead may gnash teeth, or ascend from the ground.
The world prays to be saved, as I scream without sound.

© Derek 'Abraxas Rebxrn'