Bleakish heart of pains,
Unwrapped from mortal's feeling of care
Bastardly coined to suit immerse hurt.
Invincible, yet darker than black darkness.
A visitor sweeping through pleasure-less passion.
Cloudy piles of undemonstrative depth.
Unwelcomed, yet rash to adsorb poor minds of men.
I'm sunk in, swallowed of my fainting breath.
Such fear to be stripped in bonds unpalatable to life.
Protuberant six month's count I spill in tears.
Shadows of turbid reflection stealing every consciousness.
As I lie in a mood-less portion destitute in spirit and soul.
Obscurity shadows my psyche to chain all prospect of felicity.
I seek hope, I'm mounting thoughts of mischief to shadow rather in care.
Shining down upon veiled earth
watched by ever paler moon
Still I am alive, but I fear
for you my end is soon
Awake always with a throabing
croak or a distaint cry.
I understand not why you battle me
for I am you and you are I
Hidden within my expanses
Bursting shades of emeral greens
I am the world of my people
The people the world of my dreams
Living inside my interior
fwd by that which surrounds
My people and I are one,
they hunt I adsorb there sound
Before I turn to burnt out ash
nothing left, but rot
Remember please
my people know
what yours so long ago forgot