Beneath the Moon Scars Above

Evanescently glare of daytime wilting
 Sets a glow nights mercerized finery.
 What is emptiness? What is vacuity?
 Profound blue transmuting to utter black.
 A barrow within nothingness, within
 Swarthiness, within swarthiness
 The silence of insanity struggling for
 Oppressed inspiration, defeating the laws.
 It's existence in sore scent enriched
 By mellow coldness
 Beneath the Moon Scars Above
 It is embracing the palsying heart,
 Like sprouting roots in mouldy ground,
 They're reaching out into capacious vastness... vastness...
 Like talons clawing into weak flesh.
 Beneath the Moon Scars Above
 Whilst yonder night, and all those
 Yet to come... It will never stand still...
 And in the distance it wafts fog.
 And in the distance it wafts
 Fog, wafts fog, wafts fog