Wandering the blankening mutter wake
I feel nondescript
Trudging aimless
Something...some howl
Escaping now
Scorning, real
I seethe, shackled down
Fornicate with demons in this way
Until we part
You and I
Flux extant
Does the latent Wartorn-Brigadoon give to the world “Us”?
Raise, my dagger's
Weight pa**es through all temporal barriers
The unspeakable fields
Immeasurable planes
Inexorable love
A void granting total embrace
Crushed beneath a primal wave
Reaching with a vivid red
To grant my descendants
Greater mysteries
Until we part
You and I