"Releasing the Vial."

Did you, really wanna; bring these
thoughts up out of my Darkest soul...
Rouse them from where for so long now,
they've gone...

Undisturbed

Do you, feel it...

The Creeping Cold; ahhhhhgony: as
I Divulge

Never again, wanted I to but you've
unrested a canister that would have
been best, left alone...

Ahhhhhhh, I
feel the Quivering in the most Morbid
fucking night, as Twisted Incantations
say, "Fuck You," to the Light

The mind, at one time so Disturbed;
re-emerges from Chains that for to long
now have kept it Bound

I feel the Breath of Ancient Winds, again,
Inhaling, Exhaling from within; and, Runes
Engraved in this Mortals Skin, are Bearing
their Image to cause the Listlessness to...

Exist

You think it goes away: it never fucking
does; it may be masked over for a time;
but it'll never be over dubbed...

Because, what once was, will be again...

"And, the last stage of a man, will give him
the Greater Wisdom,"