Listening to rock, reading the texts of Buddha
I guess Nirvana and enlightenment are one and the same
Thumping hearts hop like ornery frogs
Dysfunction at a critical junction ruined the day

Flipping feels and turning worms
Styx and stones, Hades leaked hurting words
Crepuscular doubt began its creeping
Saturnine habits showed few signs of leaving

No stygian thoughts, that’s my policy
Strength in serenity is no fallacy
“Tempus Fugit” but time is circular
A bipedal butterfly, flapping wings blurred

Need those giggles to wash all the bad days away
I’m metamorphosing past harmful inclinations
A few steps out of your limbo is what it takes
Kissing scars and smiles is all the same

Introspection is both serrated and supple
This is a truth that I have duly noted
As my eyes closed and the void overtook all five senses,
I felt the numbness ooze from my forehead

Seeking balance requires a dose of muffled rage
Yet, it paradoxically calls for cacophonous joy as well
The dissonance tugs at my remaining reserve of logic
Even then, my eyes do not dare open

I am to meet the Light first
Its domain rests within a lake of purity
I climb up a sparkling staircase
Lux greets me with an apathetic stare

As expected, these entities defy my expectations
They are not constructs of my eyes
They are the mind’s anchors, its vanguard
They are instinct and emotion in purest form

I show Lux the black fruit in my hands
It seems to understand and picks up the precious thing
I walk down the staircase with measured step
Whether the fruit is eaten or not is now beyond me

Darkness requires an equally enthralling journey
Despite the magma and scorch, I reach its domain
The thing eyes my hands and the white fruit grasped within them
Tenebris also seems to understand what must be done

For far too long, I have felt the conflict in my psyche
Balance is what I need and balance is what I shall receive
Lux and Tenebris must finally decide on a course of action
Reality awaits me and I quietly step back into it

I open all three of my eyes and embrace the surge
I am the Constant
I am the Chaos

My body flits across hungry eyes
My heart blows like tempestuous breeze
The whole room reverberates with sighs

My caustic tears sting and pray
I'll simply writhe the hurt away
while this empty smile stretches everyday

Faceless Man
Faceless Man
Smile for us
Faceless Man

We’ve come to see
Faceless Man
Jumping with glee
Faceless Man

Give us a show
Faceless Man
Grin through the sorrow
Faceless Man

Forget the hurt
Faceless Man
Let the red spurt
Faceless Man

You cannot hide
Faceless Man
We draw near with every stride
Faceless Man

In halls of dust-speckled relics
In labyrinths filled with prehistory
There is a room where scarabs still creep
Where the Great Pharaoh forever sleeps

Books of the Dead are affixed to the walls
Ankhs are clutched tightly by sculpted Gods
There is a room where mysticism yet seeps
Where the Great Pharaoh forever sleeps

Watchful falcons seem to soar overhead
The Sands of Time are forced to retread
There is a room where one body lays deep
Where the Great Pharaoh ends an eternal sleep

Those ****, metallic wings
No matter how far I flee
No matter how deep I sink
I can hear those blades shriek

The land is suffused with paranoia
We've poisoned sweet Americana
and in its place, soar ebony vultures

Listen my children, I have a tale to tell
How we flew out of good graces
and straight into **hell

"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and with strange aeons even death may die."*
-Abdul Alhazred

Piercing light digs itself into my eyes
A spread of bird calls funnel past open windows
I lift my throbbing head off the splayed pages
It seems that morning breeze has been perusing my book
The Necronomicon

With groggy effort, I go about my daily routine
Brushing leads to breakfast which leads to brooding
Today is Saturday and I am beyond unimpressed
Not many activities catch my eye like they used to
I think I’ll go for a swim

Thankfully, the empty lap pool provides a haven
Loneliness was never an outstanding issue among our family
That pervasive sense of dull dread invades my heart, yet
There is a thin verisimilitude between loneliness and contentment
I muse upon the power of individuality while submerging

Half-past 11, I notice some peculiar glow spreading in the lanes
Emerald ooze steadily overtakes a pair of arms and legs
It is not long before this strange goo overtakes my skull as well
Instantaneously, terror plunges deep into my amygdala
I assume sounds of thrashing water and stifled screams

How does my body drift deeper than physically possible?
When does my mind disconnect from our tangible world?
Just why are suction-cupped serpents binding me?
Questions spill over the brim and are not met with any answers
Nonetheless, I embrace impending death

Visions assault a cloud of sensory panic
The chlorine chaos takes on saltier flavoring
I see images of cyclopean kingdoms draped in sea growth
Stupendous beings lumber with apocryphal disregard
To these incomprehensible entities, I am dust

They relinquish me back to my microscopic world
I do not know why the cosmic horrors revealed themselves
All I am aware of is that this was a mere glimpse at true evil
One born millennia before the most ancient of stars
One that will persist millennia after such bodies have extinguished
I sink back into the water, exhausted

"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown."
*-H.P. Lovecraft