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Concealed and unknown… Buried and gone

Revealed to be false… Wearied once again

All curtains removed. Knowledge forsake me.

Maul my mind with horror. Reality torment me.

Standing alone on the cliff. So far yet so close.

Only the unreachable horizon. Keeping me from falling

Surrounded in solace, a false embrace, distant yet close, a chill of warmth

Stare into forlorn silence, embrace you dear illusion.

Sculpt it to your whim, motionless in the craft.

Unhinged, vain notions, as it all slips away.

Bearing the guilt of another, pulling you further down.

Dreams brought to ruin, as they burn into the night.

Nothing to salvage in ruins of your burnt illusions.

Cherish you fabrications, only the lord of ashes.

The fragments complete, the cold lick of flame,

A full empty stare, a lie, truthfully spoken.

Stare into forlorn silence, embrace you dear illusion.

Sculpt it to your whim, motionless in the craft.

Unhinged, vain notions, as it all slips away.

A trusted ally thrusts the blade; within your heart the blood flows.

Agonising tranquillity, a relieving pain, slipping from the world, forgotten

Take me away, run my rivers dry, faded, broken and burning.

Annihilation of my requisites, enhances my wry nature.

Take the knife, to taste the blood that flows from you.

You must hear it to? The call, I can’t silence it!

The whispering of the damned, relinquishing lucidity

Turning my world to embers with cold fire

I stand over my domain

Only a lord of ashes