Day end
Day end

That dark sky saying we ain't playing
Still going moving without a thought
A plot
A spot
To chill, to write some rhymes and act ill

I still find it amusing and dooming
But in this mind, I have I find the behemoth to be a delight
In spite of all the death, it brings
Takes breaths when seen
Leaning not on my understanding

Standing alone in the darkness oh in the black room
Amused that I am in my hell by myself
When I was young I cried about it in my room
I thought my hell would be me alone
Alone here I am writing a poem
About the dark behemoth
The big ol' black behemoth
With many meteors
Sending stars
Slaying ours

Hours

Tick tock
In the abyss
Laughter from the muses
Songs from the sirens
And I'm in a voyage of my whole life
Waves of strife winds that blow with might
Mighty monsoons strike, strikes like a cobra venom poison mamba opened its mouth to insert its fangs down into the vein as it hangs with a mighty grip,
as you flip!
Bam
We on that toxic trip!
Behemoth there doesn't care in the skies wise because it's endless.
Huge, it is stupendous, we are rendered smaller than a flea to this huge being
Forever living in a thing.

In the abyss, we dream


There is nothing new under the sun, son, and father, the same goes for the behemoth for it was there when it started.