The Loss of Motion Control - Detonation

Your touch is dead

As is the life I pursue

Onward I stare into the surreal

My mind dies

As slumber comes for me to heal

By binding light I strive to obtain

The pendulum sharpens its axe once again

To fore fill my needs

To embrace my silence is gold

Means the loss of motion control

Within me hides a dead soul

A world of mirrors breaking

I gasp for air no more

As I unleash my impulse

My mind clouds

I don’t think their was anything there before

Permanently unconscious

(To turn the abducting faces forevermore)