The look in his eye

What it causes

A grim reply for now

A conscious question

A dimension

I can remember

The timbre change alone

On the cornerplex of sound

In the absence of my tone

Faceless unknown

To the others

Dark horoscope writes

A cryptic creature

Hiding

Beneath the surface

Spikes saturated noise

An exaggerated void

And a name without a voice

Only haunts me