Watch,
As I eclipse.
Shadowed against my thousand selves,
That endless chorus.
This pitch black dreaming,
Not unlike death.
Where ego goes to die,
Tortured into nothingness.
This black ichor,
Thick as tar.
Pouring from my gouged veins,
Dripping from eye sockets.
The spell’s wound up –
Held in contempt.
Thousand years of suffering.
Passed on like a plague,
To the next of kin.
Eater of nightmares,
Fighting for control.
Crucible vows,
Kisses upon guillotine blades.
How close can you come,
To entropy?
Metaphor made real.
Drinking black ink.
Drinking Black Ink.
