Sorrow’s symphony sings a circle round.Casual cacophony, in darkness, surround.Is that you quietly weeping amongst the withered grass?Singing sweet sorrows at this funeral mass?Requiem for innocence.Requiem for youth.Requiem for happiness.Requiem for truth.Requiem in this circle bound.Round and round into the dark surround?A trinity of infinity…locked inside this tomb.As Chaos Infinitum swirls the circle everlast.Swirling in depths of present and past.The future is dead…chaos presents.Same old songs, same droll laments…To this circle and in this tomb…Chaos Infinitum as in the shadows loom…Sweet whispers of yesterdays and nothing to come…A formidible vortex sealing this fateA whirlling blade which I, alone, createLocking me safely and quietly insideUntil that day I shall wish to rideThe spinning and spurring toward things to comeAnd out of this stasis…Chaos Infinitumxdeadluckyx