Caricamento in corso...

In Trance

It feels so deep,
enchanted sleep.
A haunting spirit.
Eyes to weep.
 
With trembling hand
stretched forth to feel,
yet nothing felt.
Five hearts of steel.
 
Creep closer, closer,
closing in.
In staggered breath
as night begins.
 
Where mystic songs
will have their way.
Hypnotic rhythm,
come what may.
 
No presence here.
No ties abound.
No turning back.
No solid ground.
 
Just voices, voices
from the deep.
Just voices now...
forever sleep.
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