that spits on hopes and preachings.
You, veiled mother
of enlightenment and chaos.
I have come to thy realization,
yet now that my thread is to be cut
your cynical nature divides me.
Like the wise whale,
about to dive to the abyss
after a deep breath,
I just hope I have used my time.
A last gasp, pathetic,
ignorant in it's smothering despair.
The haunting key to the nightjar's gate.
Warbler gods guide me home,
to the womb of oblivion.
The eternal abyss
of nothing and all.
You placed your stone on the great wall.
No more dreams for you, some tears, perhaps
but in the end you wither alone...
released May 9, 2012
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