Created from those who fell before, I am the image that you despise.
Swimming in a cascade of souls who are lost and beyond salvage,
I search for an inner beauty that only you can supply.
Whispers of haunting melodies can only take a soul so far.

Colors slowly slipping from the phantoms of yesteryear,
I only hope you have the strength to bare your sins to those before you.
Help, we soon shall slip from the minds of those who have lost touch with reality.
Twisting and turning, the world seems peaceful once you have a view such as ours.

Not realizing that the slow feel of warmth has reached the outer realm of reach,
I no longer taste the Salty Tears of our Lord as I fade from humanity.
Screams of terror as I pass through the gates and onto a new dimension of life.
As you passed on me, I will soon pass on the light to guide me from here on in.