Nil By Mouth, Nil By Mind.

What does it mean
to be yellow
and jaded and cold?

Preaching, we're preaching
to who, exactly?
Say I get the key of life

and I work it all out
in the blue pastures of
nocturna eterna

who amongst you would
say "Yes! Lead us!"
But nil to say

I have nil by mouth
and morose as Fate glaring
in myoptic camera lenses

Morose as my fair Oriana
and she's losing her sheen
and collasping.

What am I doing here?
If I have no Oriana and no
future, no wisdom and no

dreams except nightmares
and no freedom
sweet sweet death

it is the darkened streets
that used to be fields
of blue corn

of that distant land
nocturna eterna
that has made me

persona non gratis.