...a final note,
a desperate chord,
the box you carry
bares your name
and shall be buried empty.

No sound, no vision, no presence...
​
You were not too loud,
you were out of tune.

                                           ...Toffears

...I didn't get what I wanted,
but I got what I expected

                              ...Toffears

...the bowl struck Zen
and your voice rang out
to the quiet of Nothing.

Give yourself another drink,
looks like you need it,
and keep on playing those little games,
I quit.

I'm free, elated.

                                                   ...Toffears

For they live only by the sun's grace
and vanish passed the hour,
no matter how long these shadows may be,
for they carry no weight
and remain hollow and empty.

                                                          ...Toffears

...there ain't a man that is worth Holy,
for we all sin to learn the teach.

Waring at my expense
while you hide behind the lines,
call it Pure and add some glitter,
saying God is mysterious and out of reach,
I see your lies and count your greed,
raping the innocent and burning me at the stake.

Your words bare no Soul
and destruction follows.

                                                                     ...Toffears

...by the mirror of our words,
we reflected on the image proposed.
The waters rose
and all thorns flowed
to a colour of zero.

As empty as the sun in the ocean's depth,
so soon forgotten
with nothing left,
the wall you built by the crevaces,
with trenches and weapons to defend,
gave nothing.
All empires crumble
and your millenia burns accross the sea.

Today became Forever
and your venom bore no seed.

Your voice still rings empty.
Your voice, sill... gone... silent.

                                                      ...Toffears

...I conceived myself
on a Full Moon Night,
between the Summits
of the Alpine peeks
and
the Lakes of Reflected Light

...the Bell struck ONE

                                 ...Toffears

...there is no Silence in this Hour
and I do not know where it comes from

The windows are open,
but for a Western breeze

                                                  ...Toffears

...there is no escpae,
no freedom of action,
unless be my will.

Tell me the truth
and I shall make it mine

                         ...Toffears