Ghostly, ghastly blackest fog.
Mirrors of smoke haunt my dreams,
I fear I will sink deeper into this mist of screams-
On into eternity, my labyrinthine mind folds upon itself,
Into the unvanquished void I fall,
Digging bloody nails into empty air, I call-
The beginning has past, yet still it lingers.
Purple winds shape the squalid shadows…
Deep into this convoluted chasm,
Seeing every thought, every flow-
Every drop of madness that my heart distills,
I wake once more, the cliched muse…
Dreams that were full, yet my mind will not ebb dry-
I try and deny,
The transcending torment,
The hellish hallucinations…
And yet insidious ill-meaning whispers,
Speak to me, saying:
You are too intertwined.
You are in too deep.
You are at the leap-
What follows next is inevitability itself…