A slew of impossible outcomes in pale light Flaunting their violence gleefully Revolving this wistful room Calling out a sickening effort from all sides A swiftness at the end, a cut before the bend A storm, a calm, a blend That each spectator craves I rip out their intestines of a dream I found the way Through this system Through these arches of gold Leading further down, down I found a way Of birthing existence Into rivers of old Leading further down Sheer essence belied an appearance of frailty But shine of the dawn Reveals your ill-conceived absence Stringed fleets of eyeless spies unveiled me Now they are obliged to serve me Begs the question: Why abandon the enlightened And follow the fool? I dredge up the black anchors on my chains Repairless, unending The living slow decay A silver of guidance Erodes on boiling clay You witnessed the ruin Of all connection Now retrace the threads so pale You may find the way