Cathedral Dawn

Sunken back behind sleepless eyes sits an altar of dust

A leveling truth at war with rest waking still in self disgust

Beyond pillars that blot the sun in the deep end of time

My body awaits the toll where sleep goes to die

When life becomes droning and out of body within my own words

I am lost

In a maze of sirens the reeking crime

Waged against a quaking heart

I lose this war every night

My own skin an explosion, clarity unbeknownst

Life becomes droning and out of body within my own words

I am lost

I long at the gates of slumber

It seems for years on end

Watching the rust it embers

Never to enter in

Never to enter in

Within these dripping seconds

Each one crawls across my flesh

Wandering a wasteland

I meet no end

I feel the sun come roaring, ascending skies that weep

I hear the bells of morning from ny nonexistent sleep

Sunken back behind sleepless eyes

Sits an altar of dust

A leveling truth at war with rest

Waking still in self disgust

My own skin an explosion, clarity unbeknownst

Life becomes droning and out of body

I am lost

I am lost

I long at the gates of slumber

It seems for years on end

Watching the rust it embers

Never

I long at the gates of slumber

It seems for years on end

Watching the rust it embers

Never to enter

I feel the sun come roaring

I hear the bells of morning

I feel the sun come roaring

I hear the bells of morning