Falling deeper into chaos
Shadowed depths enticing with seductive splendour
Practice self destruction with tortured mutilation
Your psyche wrapped in thorns
Enthralled by the decadent whispers
Your malignant desires set a blaze
Pallid skin torn upon the steely barbs
Within the chasm of infinite forms
Conjure solitude to waste in despair
Cut free and alone in space and time
No mortal fingers scratching at my eyes
Abandoned in this hell of my own design
Beneath the desolation of waves
Watch me drown engulfed in despondency
Empty, cold stark reality, embrace me
A sacrifice of sight for clarity
Infinite wisdom lost to foetid waters
The immortal torture of mortal souls
Washing onto desolate shoals
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