Unfinished sentences that flow into my dreams further than the eye can see
Beyond the tune of the solstice, a myth awakens to the shallow existance..
It's all about expectations, and how we create the most subliminal, tedious lapses
It's how subtle a man can yawn without waking up the truth residing in the shadow
It's the minute tendency to be off the ground with a stream of ropes..
Perfectly still lies the mystery in a coffin buried in oscilating phases of humanity
We collide sunshine and darkness in a body, an emancipating, rigorous malevolence
The seeds of creation never foreseen such a might expanding in the shell..
It's what the light takes away from us while it bows and leaves its grounds
The will to exist, the will to be a part of the future, for the future is bleaker every single day
And post mortem expectations only seem like bedtime stories..
What are we missing, what is that bond that links us to the core of our burden
and doesn't push us off the cliff into the cavity of our grim thoughts,
Hold the knife away from our heart, clearing the thoughts of possible redemption?
The madrigal of the night sings silently throught the ablazing storm,
A tender hand, yet a bitter slap, and the slow awakening process, the clearance of vacuity
The tunes sinking deep in our souls, piercing the body yet strangely keeping alive..
The madrigal is why we are penitent of our sins that are never commited,
It's the sole perfection that matters beyond our own insignia
A saviour like an angel, a lover, a mother, an fulfilling carress..
The madrigal lives in the eyes and dreams, and the memories ashore,
It never dies until you do, so you try to keep it alive,
It's the beauty past the limits of imagination, a speechless perplexion..
The madrigal of the night sings, and I shed tears down my spine..