Lost and wandering through a labyrinth of pyre Unable to bathe in the slumber Tricked by the torture tongues of liars Staggering a gait A jagged meander that rips like splinters To a path of disenchantment Crept away among comatose hallways of encampment These hands mimic the grasp of claws They ache in nail peeling murmurs Stained red to the palms From picking at the scabs on the face of reality It stares unblinking, all fathoming Peeking through Swayed from the other side I see a light Through slits beneath its eyelids I can hear gasps from other eons Deprived of the flicker Granted by eyelid convulsions He's been scratching the surface again Like the breath of ages I've yet to seek Solder the flesh to stop the leaks
I am the altar Watch as I shine Baptized incantations The pyre my shrine I am the altar Ignite from inside Skingraft hieroglyphics Burn me alive
Arch of the back lays tallies from the scraping He's been picking slowly at the walls that encompass all Carve the cuticle to the bone The cornea branches red the lids that never fall And still no progress these walls bellow deeper The bricks still linger and scoff at his fingers To be free, to seek the unsought To grasp realities tongue and writhe into its throat The night it swells a silent empire Time calls for Cyrix to sing Amongst a kerosine choir Carve the words upon the flesh A living canvas of script doused cryptic A torso of sanskrit pivots All shrouds shall be lifted vivid
I am the altar Watch as I shine Baptized incantations The pyre my shrine I am the altar Ignite from inside Skingraft hieroglyphics Burn me alive...