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6945 · 03-03-2005, 04:27 PM

Time out of Mind

Slipping back to consciousness
The terror grips my skin
The night is pitching violently
Coerced by shrieking winds
Replay clouds my vision
Days roll by so fast
Why must my nous desert me
I’m lashed helpless to the past

Lamenting when…first I had
The strength in my own hands
To fill the roll so eagerly
And forge disparaged plans
Now my seas turned heavy
And I just…I just don’t understand
How could my muse desert me
When I need…I need a guiding hand

Call out for direction
But there’s no one there to hear
Beg for vindication
From the theater of absurd
Taste the spray of Lethe as
The maelstrom draws near
Cry out supplication but
No one’s there to hear

03-03-2005, 04:27 PM	#19
6945 Registered User Join Date: Aug 2004 Posts: 109	Time out of Mind Slipping back to consciousness The terror grips my skin The night is pitching violently Coerced by shrieking winds Replay clouds my vision Days roll by so fast Why must my nous desert me I’m lashed helpless to the past Lamenting when…first I had The strength in my own hands To fill the roll so eagerly And forge disparaged plans Now my seas turned heavy And I just…I just don’t understand How could my muse desert me When I need…I need a guiding hand Call out for direction But there’s no one there to hear Beg for vindication From the theater of absurd Taste the spray of Lethe as The maelstrom draws near Cry out supplication but No one’s there to hear Last edited by 6945; 03-04-2005 at 04:50 PM.