Flowers of Stone

What are we now?
Each one alone.
In the dead of the dark;
in the age of unknown.
It all disintegrates
under the myth of friendly fire.

We are cast in flesh to fail;
we are exposed by our desire.

But flowers of stone bloom for an age,
locked fast inside the immortality cage.

The nightmare curtain lace
swells and it falls,
and then is still.
And safe behind our castle walls,
we realise we’ll never get our fill.

Telling and total
the motions of fear.
Go through them slowly,
and it will all become clear.

We are cast in flesh to fail;
we are exposed by our desire.

But flowers of stone bloom for an age,
locked fast inside the immortality cage.