as ancient seraphs once had claimed
such deep alchemical states
are smited by god and forbidden by faith...
yet encrypted within these coves -
a world formed from introspection.
Iridescent is the view of subconsciousness
formed in reflective vision.
A thousand selves are mine alone.
Encumbered by the weight of perception
in my ever shifting matrix of mental perdition
routing stimulation to the very core of my fears themselves-
stillborn lies kept in throes by the divine
at the source from which they came.
Is it in life
or is it in death
in which all time is seen presently?
Inside the mind's structured cacophony lies the
reasons for my descension into this dreamlike state.
An endless spriral
twisting and turning out of my control.
Gravity shifts it's center, changing anxiety to adrenaline.
As her unsteady hands are thrust into the floor
she awoke with clothes drenched in filth,
dazed and confused in aggressive stupor.
'The reaper of mass discordance
makes haste towards me within my feeble state.
Is it ill omen that prevents my escape
from inner demons manifested in reality?
Or is it fear of my life itself
that places me at the whim of uncertainty?'
Searching for instruments to remove herself of these toxins
she grabs ahold of the scalpel in his hand.
'Blind in this insidious form
I felt his strength brush across my skin.
Toxic infused daggers,
slowly penetrated through his skin.'