Testo Spiral

Hours turn barron, to spirals, to maintain what builds. while your heart beats in sequencial paterns and completes the cycle of panic. the form which guids your thought is compelling in simplicity breeding unison and longing. ramblings of fatigue harbours anchors for insite, then thrown too hight we loose our site in the light, spirals encircle measures of time drawing on its final breath, from the compultion on which all sits time spirals on. the heavens release a universal chant starving affection, repetion, and light tears new paths to save me from this trance, staking the claim to my heart, the lifeblood of what i refer to as nothing, the life blood of what i refer to as nothing, inhale the hours then exhale the circles