Pulldrone

One

Apathy

I am that I am

And I am nothing

Two

Disruption

There goes a great shudder

Through the muscle

A shimmering of bells

Through the mist

Three

Curiosity

One quick moment

To crane the neck

I have always possessed the insatiable need to see what happens inside the room

Four

Assimilation

Lo, wellspring of knowledge

Of feeling

Of sensation

Beauty

Overwhelming

I will dislocate my jaw to fit it all in

Five

Aggrandization

The pull

Yes, the pull

Send down your cordage of suffocation and let me in

Six

Delineation

I want to know what God knows, and I will be with Him

Sent over the edge, I sigh

Flush against the veil, I sing

Seven

Perversion

It is no good

Bearing false witness

The sinner's errand

I am what I am, but we are not the same

It is no good, speaking of fairness

The fool's errand

Eight

Resentment

Are these laurels to be proud of?

Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live

Hate

Hate

Nine

Separation

I was an angel, though plummeting

The stars are as beams

Shining through the wheel

I am sure that Hell must be cold

Ten

Degradation

Nature chews on me

Eleven

Annihilation

This agony

Such is the consequence of audience

I will claw my way back to the great dark, and we will not speak of this place again

Twelve

Desolation

Therein lies sacred geometry of onanism

Of ouroboros

Of punishment

I am that I was, as I no longer am, for I am nothing

Amen