A new level reached,
Where the absence of air lets me breathe.
I'm inverted electrical impulses,
A malfunctioning death-code incomplete.
All things before me,
At first unliving glimpse undeciphered.
Its semantics rid of logic.
Nothing is all. All is contradiction.
Grinding, churning - the sweetest ever noises
Decode me into their non-communication;
A soundtrack to my failure -
One syllable, one vowel
A stagnant flow of endings,
Un-time unbound.
Merging to form the multi-none.
A sickly dance of matter,
Malignantly benign.
Greeting the chasm -
Unbearable, sublime
Vision will blind.
Severance ties.
Median am I.
True are all lies.
1 | New Millenium Cyanide Christ? |
2 | Rational Gaze |
3 | Do Not Look Down |
4 | Dancers To A Discordant System |
5 | I Am Colossus |
6 | Demiurge |
7 | ObZen |
8 | Spasm |
9 | Disenchantment |
10 | Behind The Sun |