Inmost Nigredo

It won’t be long when morning comes

We’ll pattern our adamantine waste

A stranger waits along this road

To take me home

There is something when you draw near

I destroy all things I hold dear

Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand

On an ailing shore, where it strands

In every language I’ve confessed

Its haunted name

Where death opens her thighs

Our paramour of broken tides

You saw us die

I’ve gathered myself

There is something when you draw near

I destroy all things I hold dear

Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand

On an ailing shore, where it strands

For a vestige of closure

In the pool of an eye

That gained sight in a darkness

That was long before night

I come to say my name, I said

I know he wants it where he goes

I know it takes my lot to live

I know it takes this world to die

In mirrors digged up from the earth

I see myself

Lambent upon my childhood fields

In wounds

There is something when you draw near

I destroy all things I hold dear

Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand

On an ailing shore, where it strands