CAMELOT FANTASIES

MASK OV INFINITY

Pictured thru, the window ov infinity.
Masked upon, the visually unknown.
We go thru, the pains ov solidarity.
How dark are those, that are known.
Coming thru, the hells ov infinity
Our lifes are pacified, by what's in the grain.
Dominated by the pain, the darkness is sanctified.
The darkness ov pain, is what we all have.
Always, filling it with complaints.
Cast is the pain, from the depths ov hell.
The lonesome shells, that it's thrust upon.
Is the ghost ov my shell, invisible to my mind.
My mind travels thru hell, impossible to find.
Good and evil, look to define.
The gardens magic, in it's Time.
Twisted is my mind, inflicted by hells' devine