The craving of the common man a dead gaze toward desired land a beaten path fueled sharpened wrath
Forming taunting lust fallen in through dust searing burning hatred locks wrapped around my tired thoughts beat me with your broken wings tonight
Red nights/fortnights Sour moments alone Dead nights/moonlight I find my thoughts like shards of glass I save them, mystified Writing apathy they grind
I reach my morphing claws in more with comfort, tear my limbs apart the pain dissolves I’m one with all the universe fits in my palm
splinter apart dark monuments soothsaying hell crash and crumble Thy will be done thy will be none thy shall be done thy shall be none