To Flow Through Ashen Hearts

Stare above at projections from a vast sky In awe as it decays before these eyes Concealed memories are foreboding To see within and envenom This yawning chasm was created In antipathy In iniquity To flow through ashen hearts In antipathy Through and across all time Face the real Inward toward darkness To be enveloped Blind and aimless Rusted to abject skin, torn from the bone Cannot unravel these shackles which strangle eternity When the real becomes overbearing Confront the self and its iniquity in every atom Blind and aimless Aimless, at its mercy These wicked and tortured dreams Intertwined with the real Until becoming the real Absent in this illusion Absent from this reality Falling into the terror of this reflection