Your mind is open.
A contaminating force.
Hear the hissing of a thousand rats,
Cruel-eyed afterglow of horror's birth.
I am never alone.
Your mind is open.
And it gnaws at my flesh.
The multitude of terror and shit,
Wide-eyed at the image of my ascent.
I am ever alone.
Trembling!
You graceless wretch.
Sinners! Sinless!
Inviolate and proud.
Come forth!
From beneath your curse.
Convulse, torment.
Servant ever more.
In darkness.
In obscurity.
Awkward wretch.
Broken.
Bleak one.
Decayed.
I am rising, risen, vehement and flaring.
A comet of sparks to brighten the earth.
I am fallen, falling, violent and striving.
Spirits climb, contort and envelop me.
Harbinger.
Portent.
Omen of death! |
