Helheim isn't a place
its fires only burn inside one's head
a dark and roaring space
a tomb for the dead
Dead cogitations
pitiful victims
of a mind's limitations
and shallow benedictums
There I dwell
dark imagination
an endless pit, a bottomless well
darker still the manifestation
Thoughts shrouded in mist
Hela is waiting
by the great shadow I am kissed
and all is fading
I get lost, I don't protest
deep inside this maze
by this darkness I will be blessed
and find comfort in this haze
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 6:23 AM UTC
Helheim isn't a place
its fires only burn inside one's head
a dark and roaring space
a tomb for the dead
Dead cogitations
pitiful victims
of a mind's limitations
and shallow benedictums
There I dwell
dark imagination
an endless pit, a bottomless well
darker still the manifestation
Thoughts shrouded in mist
Hela is waiting
by the great shadow I am kissed
and all is fading
I get lost, I don't protest
deep inside this maze
by this darkness I will be blessed
and find comfort in this haze
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