Esoteric
The Maniacal Vale
1. Circle
I have a million questions. but no will to ask.
Through chaos. rationale speaks clearly.
Decay sets in amongst the fragments...
Such weight lies within knowledge.
Crippled by thought.
Eyes that see too much lose the will to see.
And the pain that spills from these walls.
Blasts through this withered body.
The circle has begun.
Time is not won.
Losing this battle to remain.
In this place.
I dare not dream.
For awakening the demons that will find me.
Blinded by madness.
Such endless probability.
And I must know every thing and every thought
And I must uncover all answers sought.
For sleep eludes when this frustration taunts.
And drives me to release.
Or travel towards end.
So dead inside.
And all but to live on.
Burning from within.
Maddened eyes.
Filled with boiling blood.
Sullen.
Grow sharper with the pain.
To rest now.
Until we meet again.
2. Beneath This Face
Lies a broken man.
Festering inside.
Shades of light pass through this room.
And remind me.
There was once a world.
Outside of this stricken maze.
Only instincts drives on.
And life.
Our great teacher.
Teaches all.
Passing through this fetid ship.
With sickened feeling of what lies within.
Sporadic thought, spawning its messy web of insanity.
Living from the heart and breath alone.
For emotions determine all that is lost and won here.
And all that is dear.
Taken, by wind and time.
How many times in a lifetime must we break?
And have such a need to be strong?
So tired of this feeling.
Of fighting and living.
Wrought so completely with pain.
Nothing remains...
But a restless longing for death.
Hidden, beneath this face.
3. Quickening
Hallucinations enter the shadows...
Losing the mind.
On this path to oblivion.
So much time lost in chaos.
As I descend.
Succumbed to the unfathomable.
Abandoned beyond all control.
Skulking, scraping, the barren wastes...
Formless predator of the minds' domain.
And as its presence draws near I sense it.
Knowing within its pull I can be forever lost.
A part of me.
I have become.
4. Caucus Of Mind
I can't control them, but they control me.
The voices can't be heard. They're kept out of sight.
Hatred from within. Purged from the soul of me.
Leads me to destruction. They need my detonation.
Hate...
Wild...
Pass...
Away...
Death eats away from the inside.
Life eats away from the outside.
In between...in between.
In between...in between.
Void.
Pointless.
Existence...
Over over over and
Over over over and
Over over over and
Over over over and
Make me see the
Birth of my insanity. reality.
A memory...
My mind recoils...
Push...down...
Push...down...
Push...down...
Break...down...
Break...down...
Break...down...
My mind makes things happen...
5. Silence
I lift my head. but there is no reason to move.
Time.
Takes from us the years we build.
What can be lost within a day.
Words may pass.
Time has no mercy upon truth.
Crushing all in its path.
Reason is lost here.
Leaving us alone with the questions.
This bizarre metaphoric game.
Unravels like some predestined curse.
Each player sees the charade.
A hapless parade of what must be.
But still we play.
So many lines.
Entangled amongst frantic visions.
Cascade this horrific journey.
And where does this plane take us?
To escape?
To lose that which makes us ?
Emotion never dies.
It only becomes distant with time.
Memories fade, onward towards bitter end.
My head it aches.
As yet another day unfolds.
Faces of anger.
Ironed into my skin.
And to pass away, knowing only silence.
6. The Order Of Destiny
The walls ripple...closing in...
Driven forth...transcending streams of consciousness
As reason oppresses instinct.
Departure draws near until end.
That first and only certainty.
And cause, some random inheritor of our misguided designs.
Not adorned with.
Except for the few who dare to visit this place.
Never to be staid in unquestioned days.
But to roam free.
Shattering the banal conclusion.
Difference brings disrepute.
All anarchic flood of rage.
And fate may forsake.
For the journey twists as you had it planted.
The seeds of what is ought.
Misfortune lurking every crevice.
Of this crooked quest.
Frameworks.
Paths of truth and life.
Nothingness.
Only what we may become.
7. Ignotum Per Ignotius
Over whom does infinity hold sway?
All the time has passed.
No future awaits.
Where there is no light.
I shall remain.
Never to diminish, nor comprehend.
The one absolute.
Within eternal twilight I exist.
Excised from the stream of time and being.
I wander.
Answers I seek.
To that which I cannot know.
You need not to fear now.
For release shall be yours.
Through golden fields you may walk.
All knowledge flowing through you.
Let your pain console.
For escape is nigh.
Your blood flows, your soul is released.
Silentium est aureum.
I have come to know all.
Yet I know not time.
At your death.
My torment is complete.
Horrific realisation.
Time demise of finality.
Absolutions collapse.
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