Yellow Eyes

Yellow eyes are seen circling...
 A whirlwind arriving for the passing storm
 The hunt... the hunter inside
 A whirlwind arriving
 The wanderer wanders too far from the gold distance
 Where they live
 Where the quiet lay their drowning heads at night
 Flesh drapes on the smoking ground
 And then spills
 Onto the teeth of the once protected
 (Yellow eyes close in)
 Yellow
 Our souls grip onto a wall
 Our minds slip past this old soul
 Yellow
 Smoke is seen in both directions
 My creation sits... my progress awaits
 Smoke is seen in both directions
 In rubble... their creation
 Somewhere in the distance... somewhere
 The softness of snow mutes my travels
 Somewhere in the distance... somewhere
 This landscape seems to change too often for comfort
 A blinking light hides as I stumble downward
 A stillness... it's too quiet
 The hum of electricity
 My crumbling bones seem to weld the new author
 A stillness... it's too quiet
 The hum of electricity... seems to buzz
 Cut an X in my palm.
 Leave my mark
 A translation for
 Whatever created this world for me
 I sit under the crimson moon
 Whatever created this world for me
 Yours or mine?
 They or this?
 Yellow eyes
 Tread light
 Collisions open on us more
 Revise
 The simple task of our own
 We serve
 Our own hell
 A cocoon leaking our own conclusions
 We serve our hell well
 Cope with disguise
 Inner working dissect
 Common phase neglect
 I am tangible with no logic
 Change my focus, drown my spirits
 There's more to this than it may seem
 Blink fast into hollow ground...