Aural Emanations - Apotelesma

Hear the need of man

And never ending questions

No answers

As nothingness will engulf us

Bear the body of time

Lay it at rest in the earth

For there is no hope in salvation

Only quietude remains

I hear its distant call

It beckons me closer

Aural emanations

Our lungs filled

With air we can’t breathe

Choked by the speed of time

I hear its distant call

It beckons me closer and closer

Aural emanations

As time will pass us

And leave a silent scenery

As a serpent, she sneaks

Across the neck of time

And the world

O, stormless dreams

Will you keep faith alive

Until the serpent releases its death grip

And chokes on its tail?