Insight Gained

Sanity
Wanderings through forbidden crypts
Knowledge here from impossible planes
Of beasts with flesh torn and skin ripped
Rites to seek blessed sanguine pain

A message in the numbers and sacred shapes
Burn it all and hear the infected shriek
Charred skeletons with mouths agape
Hippocratic oath violated amongst death's reek  

Sanity Withers
Yet deeper still, the shadows wind
Through caverns choked in rot and grime
Where ancient symbols pulse and blaze
And whisper truths that curse and daze

For here the laws of flesh are torn
Twisted, flayed, and newly born
The heretic’s creed etched deep in bone
Where no soul treads but I alone

In lurid rites of blessed dread
The blood runs thick, the earth stained red
To know the dark, to pierce the veil
Where holiness and horror pale

And in the silence, fetid, deep
Charred skeletons lie in cursed sleep
Their mouths agape, as if to cry
Yet silent in their blackened lie

With fire’s touch, I purge and bind
The horrors here to my own mind
For knowledge thirsts where fear recoils
In crypts that burn, where life despoils

The numbers sing, the shapes entwine
A hymn profane, both fierce and fine
And in that choir, foul and vast
The secrets of the crypt hold fast