this negation
soul cessation
now senses fall like never before
futile scission
blunt incisions
fail to kill this inner war.
Fail to kill this endless, bitter, hungry inner war...
I slip through the cracks in my mind and no meaning
is ever quite clear from the deafening screams
of sharp torment and memory, all my own children,
Spawn from Gehenna to burn down my dreams,
And here I lie broken and empty and fading
with lapses of sanity faintly disguised
as beautiful fancies or magickal reasons
or anything else but this void I despise.
And gods, are you watching, I think I should leave now
This horror and winterland must not be real
but the mirror is breaking and I can't remember...
What was it I did when I knew how to feel?
This land so familiar, this house of dementia
- surely I've learnt to leave it by now -
meets my gaze blankly and turns away laughing
(I moved here some time back but I don't know how)
And I've taken your drug but I'm still coming down
To Lethe I'm bound...
and i do not recognise love anymore
i do not recall the passion and pain
i cannot remember bright wonder and glory
emotional coma is all that remains.
I'm told that I'm crazy, I've gone somewhere secret
The words echo strangely (I think they are right)
and promise salvation if I'd only...something...
There once was a reason I thought I should fight
But my veins carry poison straight into my heart
- it once took a while but these nights it's direct -
And I sink in fathoms of dead trust and beauty
Now meet your creation - desire narcolept.
So gods, take a good look, I think you've succeeded
This terror and tragedy crumbled to dust
Now the mirror has smashed my reflection is perfect
In wintercold splinters I terminate lust.
This land I once dreaded now welcomes me warmly
- alien places I understand now -
and takes my hand gently and closes the door
(I think I would lock it but I don't know how)
Internal narcosis the peace I have found
Negate sensurround
To Lethe I'm bound...
and i do not recognise love anymore
i do not recall the passion and pain
i cannot remember bright wonder and glory
emotional coma is all that remains.
emotional coma, subsume me again.
Again
In Lethe
Remain.
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