From rolling stonesto knuckle stones,the bits and pieces,a decayed minddancing by the moonlit shadowsreflecting through your hallucinatory windows.And..
The wind's voice bellowsthrough the tunnelsof a mind's wreckwhere dark rains riseup the walls of a skull's atticwhere only the voidcarries the echoeso..
A wind carries the dreamthrough white waters,shimmering on foreign grounds;a shadow dives deeperwhere thoughts fade and simmersin the astral planeof e..