Labyrinth Constellation

Solitude – truth in absence
A million light-years away

A barren abyss – broken
In pieces, flaking frozen)

Stewing, swirling, slow motion labyrinth constellation
I alone speak with the wobbling sun
It cries to me as it licks stars clean

A barren abyss – broken
In pieces, flaking frozen)

But even though my fire has grown cold, its embers burn
My embers have the patience of piranhas
In my renaissance, my tongues will be trees
I will vomit thunder through teeth made of mountains
So many tides have flushed my age away
And with it worn darkness to grey