fading from the powers that be
hearing that we lose ourselves
that in the dreams haunt us all
that we never want to wake
and always want to sleep
slipping through our fingers
descending from the sky
raptures as they slowly die,,

raptures as they are coming down
all that comes as eternity slips away,,
that comes in the last hours
paying the final rites as they are read
in the sleeping as heard in last rites,,
as it comes in the eleventh hour,,,
that comes in the decayed power,,,,

that comes before the nightmares end
apocolyptic dreams of all that becomes,,
where it is all that leaves in shadows
as they are the field of bones,,,
where it comes among the dying wish
that where the eyes see the numb,,
where the sleep transcends futher
where the dreams whither down,,,,
as I see everything just slipping away,,,

as it all weathers down into dust
the memories of all the raped trust,,
as it is all falling into the elsyan fields
as they remain in the hours fading down
in their states of witness of the horrors,,
as they become for their sleep, waiting,,,
as the solitice from autum becomes winter,,,

from it comes in the field of time
gathering from the dreams of fire
that comes as time will tell in the division,
dividing somewhere between heaven and hell
as it is among them -- where I observe
the shadow of mind as I am becoming
that comes among the time of horrors,,,

descending in the eyes of unspeakable places
as the words are without the names
waking as it is never over -- enternity
giving as it is never as would be again,,,
as it becomes among the whithering eternity,,,
eternity whithering eternity -- haunting,,,