My mind has strayed
Gone awry, lost in a twisted realm
Pitiful and of light too shy, within a skyless vacuity
I search the gloom, blind
What is to find
Luring behind the silhouettes deep within my mind?
I search the gloom, blind
... but what is to find?
To dwell within the hollows of putrid and decaying hearts
Lingering as an echoing ode to existential ache, is what I yearn for
... but what is to find?
Do I search the vein in vain?
I bleed!
Underneath me
The Earth swills the trickling myriad of memories
A flow uncovering the skeletal tablets of treachery
... but the river of wisdom leaves me with each drop I let drip
So I tear at the tablets, scribbling my own fate in a tongue unknown
With my touch loosening, fingers trembling with pain
I write of lies to spread with flies
For I did not search the vein in vain!
Scripture in bone
Recounted tales of a permanent throne; engraved
With claw through skin, truth unveiled, raw
I venture within allured
My mind strays
Into the wound of wisdom with each drop I let drip
Gone awry, in a twisted realm
I find an entrance to the void
