1. A CYCLE UNENDING

The thunderous sound
Of all
Existence
Crashing to a halt

The longer you gaze behind
The closer it creeps
The flesh is finite

Beyond time
The throne must sit vacant
Else no one could be crowned

Writhing mass
Of
Sentience
Lurches in all directions
Seeking that which occupies

The mantle of majesty
In an unreachable place
None can crown themselves

Abstract thought achieves abstract form

In a place where form can only exist as abstract concept
And time strangles the mind out of places it does not belong
Deadlines keep the masses moving
Discarded beings form...

Discarded beings form the mountain on which it climbs
The flesh is finite

The decay is not there to be seen but the cyclical climb
Leads foolishly to unbecoming

The more waste the more decay

Rotting
The sky grows no closer

The infinite expanse
Too dark to see
The goings on of beings such as me

The plight
Duty calls unending
Longing for the end
Of all things

My cycle continues...


2. ABYSSAL WOE

Gods
Forced to wallow
In their own abyssal torment
Each forgotten
And left clutching to power in vain
For nothing escapes
The all-encompassing
Void of the
Timelessness

That comes with being forgotten
And cast aside

The monotheist
Continues to strike down equally primordial forces
Swallowing the followers as it passes
Power belongs to those who take
Take back your sovereignty

Buried in tombs of celestial proportions

Writhing
Churning
Breaking free
Old gods can't arise with new fury

Buried in tombs of celestial
Proportions

I know what it means to worship at the shrine of suffering

I have looked into the eyes of the damned
As they wait in line
To cross the river
Bathed in blood
Not to suffer
The same fate as those that came before

Old gods suffer
Waiting
In abyssal torment
Swallowed alive
By the void


3. ICE OVER ASH

Snow falls
From above
Like the ashes
Of a heaven razed to
Extinction

Burying the world in a reminder of
The angel's sorrow
Iced over ashes

Suffocating
Breathing cold remnants
Of immolation
Freezing
Screams
In
The throats of
The damned

Limbs
Growing cold

Visions of grandeur blur
Into tears

Staining woebegone cheeks

Tracing patterns over that
Which no longer feels

Blue eyes
Stare into blank skies

An age of fire

Has come

To an end

The spark is spent

The brisk wind

Blows from the north

Yet the chill of life

Has left

Its spark is spent

Blue eyes
Stare into blank skies

It's always bittersweet

To die with strength is to die with pride

An age of fire
Has come to a close

Visions
Of grandeur
Blur into tears
Staining
Woebegone cheeks

Tracing
Patterns over the unfeeling

Its spark is spent

The chill sets in


4. THE WRETCHED GROUND BECKONS

These bones are not old
Yet still weary
They have carried
A weight

They no longer

Wish

To

Bear

Wasting away

As sickness
Gnaws at the parts
Once
Loved

A soul crushed
With not enough

To rebuild

Will time heal the wounds

On its own or will it consume them
All
The same

Will darkness find them
Or will it turn out
The light

Death circles
Above like vultures

Waiting
For me to give in

Let the weight
Finish
Killing me

It laughs in familiar tones
Yet they feel so foreign

I want to laugh with them
But nothing stirs my soul

Wrapped

In sadness
Constricting like a snake

I can't
Break
Free

The mass delirium dooms

Tombs skewer the vision

Prey life

Dreams warp quickly
Into nightmares
A wraith draped
In tattered robes
Hangs near by but
Watching struggles

Again

The good in me
Has been
Replaced by
Death

The hope in me
Has been
Replaced by
Fear

Death and fear chew at
the edges of my being

The woods are still deep
The nights are always dark
But I can move again
The end
Is nearer
I feel

The snows
Will soon arrive

Reach out
Fleeting visions

Haunt
My dreams
And I am free

Rest these bones
Reinvigorate

The soul


5. WICKEDNESS IN PURITY

Infernal whispers
Grow ever more sinister
As black tongues flicker
Beneath rotted teeth
As sanity slips
What monstrous deeds
Have been done

Destructive seeds sown
Wicked words spoke

What hope is there for this soul

Fragmented pieces
Of a tattered mind weave together
Faded memories of a vile crime

What little I can conceive
Sickens yet
Still excites me

Tortured
Flesh

Peeled from the mortal form of an evil soul
Purity in suffering

Radiant lies blind the people
Guiding them to ruin beneath the steeple

Beneath the steeple
There is purity in suffering

There is purity in suffering

Inexorable

Unrelenting

Withered wandering remains
Of memories

Begin to fade
The reason for their journey begins to slip away
This wicked soul is purely mine to keep

Mine to reap

Tortured flesh
Sickens yet excites

Is it dead?

Beyond time
I will pry a confession out of you

Bleeding
Beaten

Destructive seeds have been sown
Monstrous deeds have been done
Wicked words have gone unpunished


6. ADORNED WITH A CROWN OF CONTEMPT

To dread the end is to miss the point of the present
To dread the end is to rob oneself of true purpose
To dread the end is to grant power to the non-existent
To dread the end is in the end a dreadful waste of time
A dreadful waste of time
I will cross the river
Sticks and stones may break my
Bones and Flesh torn limb from
Limb of the ancient oak tree creaks and
Groans of the sick and
Dying just for a taste of
Blood sacrifice and tear out the
Heart yearns for the caress of
Her voice lost to
The heart yearns for the caress of her voice lost to time as it stops for no one gets out alive or at least just breathing in the smoke
Stubborn coals refuse to die without a proper fight
Smoldering they lie in wait for kindling to reignite a defiant blaze
Arrogant tongues lash against the endless darkness
The crown rests upon an undeserving head


7. TIMELESS MENACE

Time stretches out like a thread waiting to be plucked
Vibrating it plays a harmony to the dance of life and death
Each note a beginning of another era
Melody reverberates through the nothingness a song for no one in particular
Sleeping god dreams through the eyes of mortal souls
You can let the darkness find you or you can turn out the light
Howl into oblivion waiting for the gods to change your wretched fate
The mists hang heavy and dense
With a menace obscuring vision to the tops of mighty spires
What ill looks down upon us veiled in malevolence
What wicked things lie beyond the shroud
The architecture bleeds a phosphorescent shade of inherent hate
A phosphorescent shade of inherent hate
I am the darkness
I turn out the light
The hollow gaze lies in each other's eyes
The windows to the soul reveal they're not your own
Beyond time there lies only me
Beyond life lies only death beyond you lies only me
The hollow gaze of death lies in each other's eyes
They the windows to the soul reveal its not your own
Howl into oblivion waiting for those that can't hear you to change your wretched fate
Beyond you lies only me
Beyond life lies only death
My cycle continues
From the end I gaze, beyond seeing all things
Reaping that which must die