Into every black hole, the chasm between life and death grows
My flesh is a temporary vessel, time is a construct of the mind
The spirit is weary, flesh is decaying gray, as it waits for death
If life is beautiful or if it is a nightmare, can we hope it is fair?
Pull back the veil, reveal the truth, believe without any proof
“Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you're waking up
from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day.”
Mike Carey
My flesh is a temporary vessel, time is a construct of the mind
The spirit is weary, flesh is decaying gray, as it waits for death
If life is beautiful or if it is a nightmare, can we hope it is fair?
Pull back the veil, reveal the truth, believe without any proof
“Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you're waking up
from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day.”
Mike Carey
