A Sorrow-Filled Moon
I'm condemned to eternally stagger
Through a gold-colored winter
Alive were the icebound winds
Yawning with a grotesque whimper
This harrowing cold is the single fiber
That tethers a conviction of reality
Blood once warm now runs bleak
As I reel from a disturbing lapse of gravity
Souls stray to this infernal place
Feeding on the sorrow-filled moon as its reflection
Implants light within the flesh
I must unwillingly embrace
It wept to me in metallic tongues
Uttering abandoned and occult languages
Yet, I still understood
For I inhaled its thoughts as godlike pathogens
Souls stray to this infernal place
Feeding on the sorrow-filled moon as its reflection
Implants light within the flesh
I must unwillingly embrace
After examining my being, it spoke
"Look not into the colorless eyes
For the night spirits have breached their skin
And are riding their minds"
But I've peered into the forbidden chasm
The moon's own pineal eye
Forcing my retinas to swivel back
Into my skull as the world halts to a grind
My soul dislodged and ejected
Sanity curdled alike blood
And dissolved by design
My soul dislodged and ejected
Sanity curdled alike blood
And dissolved by design