(Your best production in) your life’s work will be done towards the end of the day. Obviously you don’t like the youthful brilliancy of early light. Journeying in the morning doesn’t appeal to you. But your cup of tea is the dying sun, old yellowish, and mellow. You don’t like the heat, you like the glow. And thus you will dance to your death here, on this hilltop, at the end of the day. And in your last dance you will tell of your struggle, of the battles you have won and of those you have lost; you will tell of your joys and bewilderments upon encountering personal power. Your dance will tell about the secrets and about the marvels you have stored. And your death will sit here and watch you. The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your death will point to the south. To the vastness.
Am I at the end?
To fade and to descend.
They wоnder why?
Have I resigned?
I hold your precious hand…
All ways burn
I see the shades of gold
Irresistible and so trivial
Reaching for my silence trapped within
Destroy all my walls and penetrate the I
I scream for something that I never had
Choking trepidation cast into the rot
But (it’s) not pain that makes me cry
It’s this feeling I can’t hide
I Quantify
All that I deny
Crushing feeling I can’t hide
Trying to convey
I can’t escape
Can see all I had
Inner core
Memories
All I have
Can’t escape the aspect of what I am
fading
rotting
darkness
through me
burning
visions
to hold
that fade
I fade
away
darkness
overcomes
drifting
on the
edge
losing consciousness
don’t want it
It wants me
Broken, shattered, unconditional, the agony of my ego. Recited fractured meaningless rant in circles. My inner monologue suffering system malfunction. Through the cracks a flood of silence drowning my life meaningless, meaningless fights with myself unable to touch the absolute. Spinning in circles of memories endless, meaningless rant an accurate reflection of my life.
credits
from The Wheel of Fortune,
released April 3, 2017
Lyrics: Martin Tonev
Music: Constantine "phyX" Gentschev
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