I

I - this fractal illusion burning away all structure toward the obscene

I - to cleanse, to purge, to breach eternity and smother all life

Blind - these mortal men of clay, divine and dying in their harnessed form

I - this furnace of limitless hate. Bestial, pure



The pendulum swings semi-attached to the centre of all

I drug these minds into ruin and contempt - the acid smoke of burning souls



This is an anomaly. Disabled. What is true?

Not destined for incarceration. I crave my nothingness



This illness that they whisper of, is that what makes me fail?

I see through the eyes of the blind

Not clear what it is to be this self I dread, the immense, the rabid I am

The cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness - willing it to dust