A Prism's Haze From behind a bed of roses I watch the shadows fall as the curtain closes And in the darkness begin to hope to dream A crevice eviscerating everything that has ever been A brand new light birthed into a prism's haze A colour spectrum filtered through a specter's maze But still the abyss sings about her darkness In whispered echoes that begin to coalesce An accumulation of the intrusions of a mind And a siphon that shreds any memories left behind Through this depth, a conscious stream This heart eviscerating everything that has ever been