Cold settles down in the basement
Tornadoes of darkness engulfing the room
The black magic tricks have revealed all my secrets
As faint recollections of graveyards in bloom
For the gloom is a tomb ever-looming at noon
When I take to the skies to remind me of eyes
That could cut through the midnight
Of life like a knife
Digging into my veins where it offers respite

From the hellfire rage as it surges in vain
So alive with the pride of a lion untamed
But my lioness hides behind thinly-veiled lies
And knows not of the wild she's holding inside
Where as kings and as queens
We would build an empire
Atop where our bones
Fall asleep with desire

The child we'd bear as a cub would grow strong
It would stumble and hunger to show off its claws
But we'd teach it to humble its powerful jaws
And we'd raise it to mountains
We'd bathe it in rivers
We'd give it the world
And then watch as it withers

Together, connected the cycle of truth
Is the circle of life that falls prey to a web
Of the time-weaving spiders
That crawl in our head
And the space that divides us
In food pyramids
But we pharaohs unite us
Into myriads
Of prismatic perspective
Each soul is an artist
Each heart is a stroke
Of an inner-peace harpist
No God could evoke
With a chorus of angels
More pure and divine
Than the meaning of being
We humans define