Rest easy amidst the darkness
soaking in the shadow
A heart beats so shallow
the sweeping obsidian in the soul
a monumental metronome's shade looms as it
swings back to forth above
The spiritual vice that crushes ribs
that has yet to sunder
It carries weight, the more 'others'
the abyssal tides of nightmare's hive
It pulls my heart to earth
it fuels my soul with ink
It poisons my will
gives me reasons to leave.