Desolation

Nascent madness blooms

In lucid death throes

Sanity’s prescient funeral shroud

The nights grow longer now

Reality is atrophied

The wolves’ hour drawing ever closer

Weary eyes can never know sleep

Prionic origin

Inexorable progression

He offers few words

Upon his languid breath

The light behind his eyes

All but extinguished

Hypnagogic movements

As if caught between

Preternatural dreamscape

Ataxic and weak

Prionic origin

Inexorable progression

Efflorescent death spell

Suffuses within

Evoking coruscating madness

And death therein

Thus passing in the blink of an eye

The end of worldly glory

Into desolation

Memento mori