Quiet these colours will fade

The veil of dreams darknes upon reality
Into the pits of ethernity again
Forgetfullness and death shall blossom
In this rotting human shell

I have walked these fields for ages
Guieded by the light of long dead stars
They dance, they speak to me
I whish to go eternally to them

Feverish dreams in-between of life and death
Where minds are melting and hearts dissolve
Quiet these colours will fade
and soon the pictures of ehat once was will be no more

Loss of memory is loss life and the coldness keeps on creeping.