Hold the mirror to your face your the broken enemy precious is your inhabition a pathway to
your sanity delusions lead to hollow confusion a metamorphsis borderline dilemma, whats
the pleasure in a lesser evil is the comfort addictive at the seat of kings in your wildest
dreams let the lies pull you under let the wayward intentions leave you blinded it's infinite
that you carry this heavy burden as a prelude to your infamy. The rhythm of your beating
heart is soothing inspired yet still withering I've lead you into deception to the doorsteps of
the jackel himself, say your simple hymn and sacrifice your boundaries: "In muto of rebirh
ego tribuo ut thee cruentus manuum in edens nemus uindico thee quod rector thee inregnum
of lux in eve illae alveus nox noctis amen".
Categories:
alveus, mystery
Form: Imagism