In the damp morning streets of my mind
a smell of words so foul
phrases that bind
and forever hidden underneath a dark cowl
Walking neath a hollow sky
a living, breathing, stone-cold vaul
as a lovely darkness constantly spills over my mind's eye
but never reaching thy heart, this empty hall
Words luminous like stars
reflecting on the sea below my feet
my mirrored self gripping onto bars
this is where truth and make-believe meet
I ask the Great Ones to give me the wounds
I ask for those that I deserve
Waited to bleed for many moons
this body is eager and so is every nerve
I cannot live another day
living of the starlit night
hiding my sole purpose away
this fragile human shell, my endless fright
Is this my Anathema?
I feel endlessly accursed
This mind's life is nothing but a phantasma
and it seems nothing can collect what has once been dispersed
Am I not dead yet?
Is this not dying?
I was not hit but still I bled
Why have you taught me how to be death-defying?
Blinded by what is illuminated
I'm always drowing in the space between
a warm light that has faded
and a bright and terrifying fire burning so keen
So just finally set my flesh ablaze
break through this agony, a heart so tame
let this sea of blood erase
and overflow this frame