Reach into the hole in your head
follow the trail that consciousness bled
leading you down Paths never trod
planes never Seen by the eyes of man
unsullied by preconceptions
or illusion of plan
the Blood flows and the trail grows
spilling over into Colorless Night.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
Reach into the hole in your head
follow the trail that consciousness bled
leading you down Paths never trod
planes never Seen by the eyes of man
unsullied by preconceptions
or illusion of plan
the Blood flows and the trail grows
spilling over into Colorless Night.
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