Paradise of Illusion

led on by the coldly whispering voice, across an infinite number of opened doors
I was embraced by blinding light, the end of a world that overflowed with color
invited to a place of endless time, this "paradise"

the wind carries the sweet scent of honey on it, false shadows are made to dance
I drown in the deepest, perverse pleasures

as my demise silently approaches, I am shrouded in the scent of despair
The end of dream

like a flower blooming in profusion, even the shadows are gone
swaying endlessly in this dream without end

playing with reality and dream
The end of dream

the black voice that rises in the darkness secretly tells me of the destruction
the faint scene my mind had created dissolves away

like a flower blooming in profusion, even the shadows are gone
swaying endlessly in this dream without end

the paradise, light now breaking in, in this time without end...
the paradise, now shrouded in shadow, in this endless dream...


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