Dead Hills - Flight Through the Opaque (Purgatory)


Lifted up on the wings of clarity,
Seeing stars form and die within seconds

As thin air is woven into reason before me,
All thoughts become a newfound agony

Although it is so cold up here
I dare not long for the warmth,
and although it is so clouded
I am seeing clearly for the first time

Soul blackened by the stain of knowing,
I will stay up here forever
In my state of agonised enlightenment

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