Obliterating the cause of my inner calm I can feel it at the point of my pen when the ink is gone No wisdom to redeem only a spree of visions Embedded in my blood till I can leak it out Get it out, write it out, let it live on Bolted into book to pin the multi headed mammal in me Beating kicking barricaded blotted black and bent on mating Stampede in my mind Evil unconfined red goliath Run and belt out your blackened depictions Imprint them Re-etch into my skull your charcoal I became the cave that you carve in and paint upon forever You have broken everything within my head that made me human I will never integrate into the world you hunt and kill in Bound by the images it burned in me Branded with categoric infamy I cypher the liminal Cypher the liminal It began with a wretched light Then the image impalings of an archaic mirror Spade from an eld kings sarcophagus Open up It wailed through my pounding head in every language Casting unlocking six seven and nine Real visual stimulants died that day Cutting out my optic compass Shielding intake not cast by the entity Blocking anything it didn't directly inject into me Locking my retinas in prison Taken back into my dark unending day within the womb A telepathic catacomb of integrated psychopathy Inseminating bellicose depictions of it hunting humans Burning into earth a mark a fingerprint a living beacon Causing rot in the meat and the brain of anyone subjected to its light Cypher the liminal Breaking down the cycle of the enemy that's in me Carving its symbol into our land to draw victims in Altering their skin to bloom with hemorrhagic lesions To enforce solitude A man revoked of his own image stripped of admiration The ceiling fan had become my eye to watch his skin be taken And the hand evolved and it made me write with repulsive indignation Striking with divine hate to create new pain beyond mere death Let the coat of man take itself apart wide awake Our spine to wield your grand design Our blood to ink the earth Appendage of the air come paint the end of man And with the final lift allow me then into your kingdom Or turn my pen to sharpened steel and bleed my neck out Serpent inside the sky allow me to write my death Real visual stimulants died that day Cutting out my optic compass Shielding intake not cast by the entity Blocking anything it didn't directly inject into me Locking my retinas in prison Taken back into my dark unending day within the womb A telepathic catacomb of integrated psychopathy