Track 10.

Let the moths breed our new memory, disillusions wreck these years of torment. The powers remain unlit to feel sublime, whisper in my desolate silent sleep. Your voice construes my every thought, I felt the cold chill of your fractured hand. Taunting my every move in utter darkness to embrace blasphemy in shades of empty
dawn. You paint my heart with your hollow breath, the lights dim as she presents my death. Burning desires caress your icy lips as immortal feelings dawn upon my damp eclipse. Who are you to say... you'll burn my life away? Your pleasure is blinded by everlasting fears. Who are you to believe... the breeding will commense? Your desires are forever flooded by my bloody tears. Incarnations of you slowly start to rot in dull colors of grey and black endeavors. Your dying smile and lucid clear sight... her breath consumes my every thought. Your lament sewn, wet with tears that I adore, dimmed the soulless eyes so melancholic. Thunderous tides swarm in the unique slumber, hellish winds captivate like moths in dismay. Echoes of the past feed upon our grief, replications of the complicated winds. Swirls of
castrating circles unbound, the siren breeds her empty call. Into shades of shadowless thoughts to mimic the flesh of a beckoning beauty. Distraught to finalize perpetual change, Killing the pain. Wretched animosity.