1. ARRIVAL

I exist in this moment.
Away from time's demand.
Aware of the sounds.
Creatures calling out.
Cool air greeting my senses as I stare off into haze-lit horizons.
Fire-burnt hues illuminate the open.
Bewildered in insignificance.
Welcome me here.


2. YOUR VOICE IS A WEAPON

Savage voices echo through these halls.
A violent exchange.
Bright days become dark.
The right to have joy, stripped from my being.
Bring your suffering upon my head.
Lasting impressions of intolerance.
Curses passed down with each generation.
No apologies.
No path towards atonement.
Reconciliation now cauterized.
Years of wounds that have yet to heal.
All that I am, bred from your anger.
All that I am, hiding from danger.
Hiding from death.


3. INFERNAL PSYCHOSIS

You once existed safely in your mind.
The strings of consciousness tuned to perfection.
They plucked a beautiful tune.
Aligned all of your thoughts.
Submitted into inspection.
Right your wrongs and declare the damned.
Self inflicted, mortal thoughts of torment.
How long can you endure the silence?
Screaming at you, enough to wake the dead.


4. THE ENDLESS PALE

A new day awakens in the darkness of the morning.
Leaves covering the ground as the creeks rage through.
The light takes its time.
A chill coats the air as the sky moves from black to grey.
Springing to life through relentless rain.
I'm in the endless pale.


5. EVERYONE IS A THREAT

In the shell of my own space, everyone's a threat.
The choice to exist alone.
Away from critical judgement.
Mental affliction, this nihilistic state.
To hate interaction from those I distrust.
A complex past, void of affection.
One must learn to trust only self.
Hatred will breed upon self reflection.
Deny all the voices, they speak only lies.
Fighting a path for a way to exist.
Always a callous against those who condemn.


6. THE CHAOS OF MOVEMENT

Away from the noise.
Departed from infection.
The chaos of movement disrupting my isolation.
Adaptation has settled, preparing for the break.
To make it's claim.
Calculating my hate as days drift by.
Our voices will quiver as the times change ahead.
Has this shaped me?
Did this break me?
Have I forsaken my sanity?
Leave me isolated, alone with my thoughts.
To ponder the mystery of an unsettled mind.


7. STONE PATH (THE BRIDGE)

The chill cuts through.
I breathe it in deep.
Mist-draped mountains and raging waters.
Beneath the bridge on which I stand.
Steep ascension forward.
Dazed in the sound of droplets trickling down.
The peak ahead awaits, only to find my view blocked by relentless fog.