beyond the veil, purple, wrinkled gilded veil in the deepest reaches of the mind one cannot conjure the images there the mind is blind, the eyes strain
Awaken to the melody of the falling rain gentle teardrops on the pane the clouds have gathered during the night to bring to her this wondrous sight the crackling fire
The truth boils inside me a cauldron of fire - it seeks to free itself from life's desires it's song to sing, to free it from the mire beware if you stand in the way