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.
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