Reflections of yore.
I am yielding to the cries of despair
The yowling howls of woe

The yeast on the stormy sea
Of the white waves of withered time.


I behold the yonder grey
The languishing dark water
My thoughts become fluid

My yeasty conscience
Get's rid of the yoke of yore


My eyes embrace the shining silver
My eyelid moulds the yammering cold
In the shape of a solemn tear

Like a sole silver ship
It yaws on the stormy sea of skin


Heading towards the wuthering yawn
Now it lies scattered in the abyss
The wretched silver pours from the skies

And fills the boiling sea of swashy sadness
It cools and swills out the swollen and swirly sweltering


Heading towards the wuthering yawn
Now it lies scattered in the abyss
The wretched silver pours from the skies

And fills the boiling sea of swashy sadness
It cools and swills out the swollen and swirly sweltering


It swoons in the silver crescendo of a syllogism of sorrow.
It swoons in the silver crescendo of a syllogism of sorrow.


It swoons in the silver crescendo of a syllogism of sorrow.