The Porcupine Dilemma - Vertigo Steps

We are all our memories

That float around like ghosts

Our mistakes carved ever so deep

Haunting reminders of human frailty

Failures beyond grasp

Our innuendos of fear

Merge with escapist fantasies

Of milder, grief struck still-lifes

Etched firmly within ourselves

Turning nightmares into daybreak

Dreaming the shine of reality

Tiny shards of light

Chorus:

Once the storm has set

Only bent eyes remain

This inner evil laughs

Charred knees laid to rest

Winds caress iced faces

Frowned with harvest of ages

Wearing the streets ‘breath

The mischievous night, its bottomless flair