Fungal Gardens - Colossus

Deep in the earth, where the sleeper gives birth to great wonders

In the belly of the soil where all living recoils and daylight gets torn asunder

Among false deeds and swollen leafs they slumber

As rites of passage clears the ashes exposes the worn and plundered

Where no thought dwell…

They feed the broken shell

Where the unconscious still lingers

The flicking of delicate fingers

Of the dirt out of wasted attempts

A sting of hope moving in the debris

Of the ashes out of fear and contempt

A single breath of life flows in the breeze

In days of yore, the seeker explored lost faces

When the ears of the broken hears the unspoken and connects the fading traces

Old tragedies becomes new remedies to bring action

Where all is destroyed, out of the void breeds a new distraction

With no air to dream

There is no life to be seen

Where the ghosts still roam

Is where they call their home

Dark, cavelike halls

Tear down the walls

Let out the night

Damp, suffocating rooms

Air out the womb

Let in the light

Oh, great winds, give me the wings to soar once again

Oh, take me with you, carry me up high and rejoyce as I ascend