Turn away from this sky aflame as it descends on our cities tonight

It’s as if hell had climbed to the surface to greet us

This digital laceration tears through me, can’t hide my eyes

Never mind what was said, my fear has proven to reawaken, relapse

Into my dystrophic cycle: Obsidian eyes black with death, ascending in sublime contortion

As if by design: Assembling, collapsing, enslaving us all

One for the war machine

It raises me from my still feet, and demands I assume it’s atrocity

Then I start to question my perception

Have I lost my mind?

Apocalyptic visions cut into my veins

Written in my bone, this pain is my own

It’s as if hell had climbed to the surface, announcing I don’t need my eyes

I choose to burn away, ending my final relapse