Over Absolute Black

Evanescent figures
Walk by my side
As I silently cross
The borders of night

Their voices
Gently push me through
A solid prism of noise

I hear them
Calling my name

Take me with you
Take me through you
On a journey over
This absolute black

The ghosts of
Psychic collapse
Walked by my side
As I vanished through
The borders of night

Where an image of
Purity and domination
Painted the sky
Of pale dead colors
And swept away
The perfume of that
Fucking absolute black