Misty Breath of Forest

Cold is my shelter in the fog
Rising up the sky
Shattering to the burning fragments
Over the misty breath of forest.

Amber drops, of burning resin
Surrounding me like a thousand candles.

Shady are my depths in the fog
Guiding me inwards
The forest, that heals my injuries
By its misty breath.

Opiating fume, of burning resin is
Uplifting my soul, to a realm of oblivion.

Moon will become my new sun
Its freezing shine will wake me up
To a murky nocturnal dawn
When disintegrated sun'll cease burn.

My thirst wore off soon
When the spring colded my throat
And i don't have to drink warm enemies blood
Those i killed in earthly desert.

Neverending silence

After neverending distress
Neverending perception
In brief tranquillity.

Short pain heals the scars of our existence
Insanity relieves the burden of our fall.

Oblivion, oblivion

Short ...
Moon will...
My thirst ...
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