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I AM THE VOID

Here I am, the pallescent one
The nefastous, fornented son
Dreaming years through vellicative blood
When time was but ktenologous
I�ve slumbered aeons cataleptic
Abyssal pariah adynamic
Of this pain I�m convalescing
I would infect from the obscure

Coarse particles drift in the wind
I reach to capture a grain of sand
Like all memories, it is blown away
And to be forgotten like yesterday
And that tomorrow that beckons
Calling for what today denied
In the dust that smothers what was once young
The healing has only begun

Departed in oscillation
It silences the background noise
The knell of the dead
Does it terrify you?

Blood clots these wounds of time
Essence of what life bleeds dry
To kiss hands of prodigal waste
The disease is within this place
In a trance, the consummation begins
And in its epilogue there is grief
Addiction and then the blade
That cuts deep, the hole inside

Ubiquitous�
A magnanimous misanthropy
You are but a piece of the puzzle
A turn in the labyrinth
I avail your despair
I revel in your sorrow
Deprehending broken spirits
In my lies you could flourish or emaciate
Your wealth is great, if I desire
Your suffering endless, if I fancy
But a word spoken would destroy
But a dead token for depravity
Dusk separates

You do not know despair
You do not know what fissures bereave
You know only the comfort of others
You would be murdered by your trust

Incubus ingluvious, I am iniquity
Avulsing apotheosis, I am antelucan
Malefic metensomatosis, I am mercurial
Tristiloquy typhonic, I am theriodic
Horrific hue, hyancinthine, I am hirudinean
Enosis through ecydisis, I am epistemology
Vinew the vanitarian, I am vitriolic
Obsecrating the oblivescent, I am omnicidic
Iconoclast iopterous, I am impetuous
Diseased diacatholicon, I am demiurgic

I am the void

I am hindered not, by callow speak
And where I walk, inure the weak
My soul a wyrmwell, spatial hole
The living that the darkness pulls
Harmonious in hate and love
Eradicating the stars above
Vendetta of dreams torn asunder
Of meteoric words I utter
In many tongues, the seeds are sewn
Departed mind from flesh and bone

I am the void

I know not what it means to be alive
I never have
Like born in stasis
A chamber to hold me from myself
And everything I love withers

These scars are what I am
A reminder of the tolls of healing

I am the void
This much is true
I am nothing
And so are you