Inborn Suffering

Same
Same shapes, same lies
That struck in, with pain
It'll never change
The way to
Silent Oblivion
Of the self
Yet
Another day is to come
Yet
Another plan is to come
When you stand at the gates
Of your own dreams
Which take you to the land with No Dawn
Can't you feel this abyss's appealing
Can't you breath the scent of Black lotus
From the depths of ophidian temple
Where your soul stands free
In insidious darkness
Behold here is a land of despair
No time past, horizons lost, nothing dwells,
But scorched earth, but silence...