a chance on the breeze
scented vanilla and honey
turns sour in my eyes my heart
aches with the weight of this world
atlas! spare me this burden
my shoulders are breaking
my spine is collapsing
and the ground is crumbling beneath
my feet
ye gods old and new
answer my whispered prayers
in torment i raise my face to the
beautiful heavens and weep
for the human condition
a vulture circles my head
a halo of never ending sunlight
starlight bright is its gaze
i search for the cool comfort of the moon
while my heart beats beats beating
hollow in my empty breast
pagan am i
heathen of the altar
i sacrificed my first born to the
unfeeling elite to consume my shell
of being
there is no rest for these weary feet
blistered and bleeding i follow
this path to the cavernous abyss
to the cave to the comforting darkness
of illusions wrought with fire and
shadows
and as these chains clap shut on
my wrists and ankles and mind i am
no longer afraid
i join the fold and stare vacant
from empty eyes dead and dreaming