Violet Silence

[oldnoname12]

Bleeding hands and violet silence mark the blank canvas
Hunger stays, and comfort strays, before the drawn out purpose

Light from empty rooms and single voices roam the dusted halls
But ancient remedies and distant memories make men of tradition feel small

For once you can the the lining of the leaves of the trees that you didn't even know where there
the stillness of the air, it floods your freezing lungs while the snow collects upon you hair.

In Violet Silence.

It's only half finished, perhaps half baked. I suppose you left a little too soon.
Take a moment to reflect on why you feel alone in a crowded room.

I don't want to be in the light, but we're scared as hell of the dark.
I want to be recognized but out of sight I suppose, thought it would be a walk in the park.

Alarm bells are ringing for the ghosts inside our head
but by the time were sleeping in our cold and empty bed
the trees will disappear again
snowfall returns into rain
the neon buzz above you fades

In Violet Silence.

[Lannix]

....................

[Helios]

All ego, materialistic want, and suffering from man stems from listening to your material body and seeing with your physical eyes. All love, hope, miracles, and prosperity stems from using your light to see and treating your body as a vessel and extension of gods love