Another heedless night,
Soundless from the lips of scorn
I ponder pangs and aches
Soul-strings tempted to be torn

Tantalizing oscillation-
In the shadow of my doubt;
Where my own echoes tend to lie
Forever inked in the now

Uncovering the pages torn
Beyond the scriptures of the Pariah,
Unsettling our comforts born-
From a prisoner messiah

As if the hand of genesis
Could guide us to forever,
In the now we have mortality
A finality based endeavor

Another sheet over our heads,
An ocean of surreal fabric
What we seem to see;
This reality we inhabit

We ponder why they lie
And why they speak the truth,
I wonder why this works;
Another shadow song to sleuth