Medusan

A journey through a world of mental exhaustion

I seek a new path into your world once

I considered the weakness new ideas are open to extraction

There was a time when these words were unspeakable

But now the waves of unworthy cowardice bearers scour the grates of the most worthless

How could it all come to such a devastating end

That we could form a manner of speaking of knife wounds

I would like to get to know your wounds

And embrace the ashen remains of you these possibilities of impaled heats

Impaling this heart of stone is impossible for at one time your medusan image

Reflected upon it pure as the fallen snow undone by bloodshed

And when you walked that path of burning statues without hesitation without remorse