Drinking Mirages from Apophallacy by Bleach For The Stars

You never told me and I never knew
And even now you paint the roses blue.
A crease of shadows cracks our crystal trees
Wafting the musk of burning libraries.
Those almost-honest maps of truth you drew
Evaporating like the morning dew.

Uncharted voices in a pale parade
Summoned the dogs to taint her charmed cascade.
Filling her head with locusts dropped a price
Annihilation’s garbage stitched with ice.

A summer sun’s necessity will fade –
The greatest lie to light this masquerade.
Over the backs of stars the slow blames creep
Yearning for time to treasure or to weep.

• Dark Ambient
• Experimental
• Post-Industrial
• Harwich