Nebula
Fen
7:06Winds of ignorance scour The barren, blasted plain of enlightenment Gaze deep into The festering kernel of surrender We never truly lived We never really grew With each wet and sucking breath With each draw upon the malignant teat The threads of meaning grow fainter The web of thought diminishes And lo - squatting in the void - black recesses of destiny Bloated with countless prayers Beseeched Soiled by debased and desperate libations And in the depths of this voidscape A weight of impeding woe draws near Crawling - begging - desperate for some release A crushing blackened reflection of our own dismal failure A vast eucharist steeped in the celebration of mediocrity Flail us Flail us all Rip everything we held dear to shreds And witness the collapse Unmake the very fundament of the self For it is of no value A scourging howl of unrepentance Hurls a freezing scree that blinds Eyes flailed and senses flensed Emaciated fingers spasm In the final throes of nervelessness Bereft of worth and purpose