i dream of the desert
where the wind is a reaping scythe at day
and the howls of the dead at night

i dream of the desert
where life boils under the sun
and is picked clean under the moon

in those dreams
i see the flames of [the sun] flooding the land,
and twist the desert into a palace of glass.

in that fragile tower, i see a shadow
she named and drew it
and revealed to me it's symbol.




in the end, i could not understand
she warned of what my potential would bring
yet yearned for what i would become

i've made a lot of new friends lately
a lot of them say the same thing to me.

sometimes it's very overwhelming.
like a cacophony of voices chanting at me when i make a decision.
i wonder if people in the past had their futures told
and had so many cheer them to be more.

but even still
i dream of the castle, and see clearly who's inside.
protected from the flames outside in his tower of glass

...

infernal heart. pounding in my chest.
why do you continue to beat?
the war-drums ceased hours ago
there is nothing to conquer.

vile pestilience, flowing in my veins.
why do you urge to burn?
the tinder's gone cold and damp.
there is nothing to warm.

terrible wrath, blinding my eyes.
what are you hiding from me?
the wounds have all since scarred over.
there is nothing to bleed.

unkind fate, scarring my soul.
who called you down?
the cards are left unrevealed
there is nothing to divine

...

they did this to themselves.
i asked them to stop.
i begged.
why could mestra hear them, but not me?

Quote:

And no one hears a word
they say

Has the memory gone?

Are you feeling numb?

"Not a word"
they say

But a voiceless crowd

isn't backing down

When the air turns red

With their loaded
hesitation

Can you say my name?

Has the memory gone?

Are you feeling numb?

Have we all become invisible?