Obliterating the cause of my inner calm
I can feel it at the point of my pen when the ink is gone
No wisdom to redeem only a spree of visions
Embedded in my blood till I can leak it out
Get it out, write it out, let it live on
Bolted into book to pin the multi headed mammal in me
Beating kicking barricaded blotted black and bent on mating
Stampede in my mind
Evil unconfined red goliath
Run and belt out your blackened depictions
Imprint them
Re-etch into my skull your charcoal
I became the cave that you carve in and paint upon forever
You have broken everything within my head that made me human
I will never integrate into the world you hunt and kill in
Bound by the images it burned in me
Branded with categoric infamy
I cypher the liminal
Cypher the liminal
It began with a wretched light
Then the image impalings of an archaic mirror
Spade from an eld kings sarcophagus
Open up
It wailed through my pounding head in every language
Casting unlocking six seven and nine
Real visual stimulants died that day
Cutting out my optic compass
Shielding intake not cast by the entity
Blocking anything it didn't directly inject into me
Locking my retinas in prison
Taken back into my dark unending day within the womb
A telepathic catacomb of integrated psychopathy
Inseminating bellicose depictions of it hunting humans
Burning into earth a mark a fingerprint a living beacon
Causing rot in the meat and the brain of anyone subjected to its light
Cypher the liminal
Breaking down the cycle of the enemy that's in me
Carving its symbol into our land to draw victims in
Altering their skin to bloom with hemorrhagic lesions
To enforce solitude
A man revoked of his own image stripped of admiration
The ceiling fan had become my eye to watch his skin be taken
And the hand evolved and it made me write with repulsive indignation
Striking with divine hate to create new pain beyond mere death
Let the coat of man take itself apart wide awake
Our spine to wield your grand design
Our blood to ink the earth
Appendage of the air come paint the end of man
And with the final lift allow me then into your kingdom
Or turn my pen to sharpened steel and bleed my neck out
Serpent inside the sky allow me to write my death
Real visual stimulants died that day
Cutting out my optic compass
Shielding intake not cast by the entity
Blocking anything it didn't directly inject into me
Locking my retinas in prison
Taken back into my dark unending day within the womb
A telepathic catacomb of integrated psychopathy
