Laceration

Hollowed by the pain
I feel the rage coming in
Suffocating waves
As a wreck in the streams of my bloodied kin’s blood
I dreamt of timessaturnine when the festring might
Enflamed our hearts to the point where the lacerating
Was a joy…
It was a joy!
And then, whenthe Vision’s gone
And Death’s unformed
I am torn
Our eyes are enslaved by the sight of the pyres
Cast under the yoke of our own death
Uttermost the drugs that have led us thus far
The eyes, the poison, the vision, the might
But still we dont probe the silence
Here I am rolled and rolled by the stream
The state of foam
The moaning of the winds
Over
The
Cracked roads
Through the reeds
Of the
Marches
Hollow voices
Blow
And the leaves
Bow down
To
Other masters