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MIASMA OF AKHLYS

Eternal halls
Gleaming yet despoiled
Rusted gold

Without body
My shadow is infinite

Inside
I am solitary
And all

I saw dead eyes
Dreamt of their life
Solemn appoggiatura
Prolonged the silence

Eternal torpor
Oneirodynia
In chaos
It does not reside

Mine are the miserable
Mine are the despondent
Reticent of their turmoil
With horrid grins

A dust gathers upon my shoulders
Squalid and emaciated
And made thick by corrosive tears
Mire of pain and abandonment

And even more the tribulation
Was to behold me

My children play in the field
Amongst the withered flowers
Tell me, to where they go
Will they know?

Lucid, translucent
Is this the matter of a soul?

I am now the tenebrous one
Mother night, the beguiling
Far from cognizance and light
In the miasma I clothe her

And yet I still cast enough light
To perceive myself in the mirror
That persona that remains obliviscent

And somewhere beneath my gaze
Somewhere past peripheral gate
A winnowing of the seeds I sow
Where will they go?

My flesh
Tightens ever more
Sorrow upon my tongue
The dead eyes see
The whispers are screams

Black hole I
Black hole nigh
It falls over all sides
Even the blind

And the torment never concludes
That still stretches the grin

Closed eye dominion
Give to the brightest sleep
The gift I bring
Of death, precedes