when the mist of the morning falls   a silence calls from the faith   baying at the window of my wondering   everything is faded, growing near to the ground   hiding in a corner of the doorway   the light is the fear of the shadow      near the leaves where the locust leaps   the spider's under the streets   in her catacomb museum   her lovers' mausoleum   with the kiss of the killing doors   the darkness creeps down the stairs of my vision and I feel the walls inside   I feel someone inside me now      everything is faded, growing near to the ground   hiding in a corner of the doorway   shadow of the world   a field of locust swarming down again   a field of locust swarming down      now the jackals of the nightmare   lay at the feet of the lunatics   hands through the dark are crawling over me   shadow of the world   a field of locust swarming down again   a field of locust swarming down   a field of locust swarming down again   a field of locust swarming down