With false autonomy

In cranial seclusion

The psyche is thinning edges fray

This reel of fantasy

The tried and tested version

A channeling of guilt-ridden evocation

In this chasm

No tomorrow

Unpick and tear away

At the fabric of my mind

Terror does not lie

In the height of the precipice

But in the siren’s

Call of the abyss

Terror does not lie

In the height of the precipice

Pain, the prophet of emptiness

The litany of lies we tеll

The world to stay away

Beholden to dysfunction

With dеmons’ night and day

Abyssic thoughts take hold

Obsessed with solitude & loss

Corroded by self-doubt

Unfazed by death’s abstraction

The hunter stalks its prey

A bitter pill to swallow in the spirals of despair

The medicated drone

Uncaring and alone

Until in anger, returns the surge of agony

Terror does not lie

In the height of the precipice

But in the siren’s call of the abyss

The litany of lies we tell

The world to stay away

Beholden to dysfunction, by demons

He who absolves iniquity

With all but insanity

Unwavering consuming rage

Hasten the coming of kalis age

Within us resides the seed

Of violence, emptiness, and greed

What kind of benefactor treats us thus

Do unto others what’s done to us

Drink, drink deep from the poison chalice

Severing all

Recurring, structural

Reckoning, beckoning spiral

Pass what was always handed down

A gore anointed thorny crown

From the primeval crucible of time

What once was yours, now it is mine

Terror does not lie

In the height of the precipice

But in the siren’s call of the abyss

The litany of lies we tell

The world to stay away

Beholden to dysfunction by demons

Pain, the prophet of emptiness