PurityŐs Omen
I enter the cage of essence,
Walls not hindered by Black truth,
A daemon walking the Earth,
Among those who bleed,
The blackness flows,
Flooding the conscious,
Purity in a DreamerŐs labyrinth.
A spiral that ascends shadow,
Rain in a landscape of tears,
The daemon, let it not pass,
The heart releases itself,
White shrapnel that pierces,
A flower of memory,
Decayed unto thee,
I parish at the thought.
Copyright 2002 (c) Dan Ferrara















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