Silver

Draw back lingering eye
Draw back what we die for
Born of this cycling filth
Born to propagate

Slink from the mire then wait for your own doom
Free falling through
Nothingness felt so far beyond

If I only drink from your stream, flying
So will the snake before the day's out

Silver - so erroneous
Last light so we call the marred to take up
Arms of disavowed
Diffusing brought down the sword of the proud

Break from the sea-floor to wreak holy war
Then white wash away
In contrast this might mean something
Break from the sea-floor to wreak holy war in tow

Expand the threshold
Withstand the pressure

Divert the past
We share the debt
Free-falling through
In regard of
Waged for the downfall of this
Mania
Free-formed
Free from
Free from the whole
Free from the author's doom
Free from the reaches
To listen softly to

So I only drink from your stream, flying
Subtly begging for the way out

Divert their eyes now breaking through the apathy betied
Storming impossibly through the crowd
Enter its cloud

Break from the sea-floor to wreak holy war
Then white wash away
In contrast this might mean something
Break from the sea-floor to wreak holy war in tow

Spinning of the ancient wheel that breaks all bones in time
Hubris of the liminal ones now leaping from the back of doom
Free falling through
Defying the fatal step