The Alabaster Corpse - Consequences - Advent of Bedlam

"I awoke damning the light and knowing that I'm all alone

the darkened room's silver light,

('tis) a darkness so subtle

I (can) still see

The ghosts of all that has passed and come from our one tryst

The burrow's humid and warm

but the cold is so deep in my bones

My naked skin is peeling

attempting to shed what was once the mark of your scent on my flesh

Revolting is this feeling

A haunting I cannot embrace

nor escape from at all...

Such emptiness!

Alone I stand and heaving

adrift on a sea of inadequate foam

covering all (and) corroding me

I can't stand my sight

I must seek the night

bury my damned feelings I must kill my illusions,

I... I hope for burning skies rather than this pain!

Sanity's such a joke when one is broken!

Feelings are such a drag,

a bastard-god's little token!

I am no one at all!

Don't bother to know me!

A soiled mangle of lies...

I scream but nobody listens!

Embracing my deepest fears…

And I' m left with nothing!

My words are spent in a dream

for one that doesn't believe them...

(I'm) raping the love of my once giving soul!

If only light would not make you blind

then maybe I could know you!

If only I could bring down the sky

and make the seas tempestuous! (...)"