All Things Come To Pass

As I listen to the voices in my head each one a tone a hue of a different deity, enthroned in bone n FLESH! Carved in my Death... I listen to the images in the deepest parts of my mind Each a tone and hue of different entities in my bed I listen to the voices spinning behind my eyes the wrath of sound so strong I try to crush the dry earth ...in stone willing to spill hot liquid a blood borne nightmare! All I can do is think of how different devices divide and isolate All my things turn deep into tonight, I can only hope and cry in tears the shade of hate, rage and desire! As I pull the blade across my vision scape the voices in my mind my inner eye, silenced! I come a wake at twilight in dread of the night pooling in obscure corners! ...in throned in bone weathered n worn! I cover my dead from all divinities to see, from sight! That dance in the light of my mind's inner fire as shadows dwell... All things come to pass or lost at long last All are at play in the silhouettes of the waning day... As I listen to the voices in my head each a tone and hue of my eternal dread.