The darkness overcomes.
Soul soars to the other plain.
Existence past the door; I sail through purgatory's bay.
I asked a god for poison, cradle me.
Sown to my dreams,
Souls searching,
Death blossoms where clouds lie over me.
Held in a god's hands,
Death blooms.
Dark for fear of f
ailure. An inner gloom as wide as an eye and fermenting,
Roiling hate.
Death gripping my veins,
Unveiling rancid petals,
Flowering forth foul nectar. The space between a blink and a tear,
Death blooms. (mudvayne