The Luring Depths

Legion


Given life to waste, and ever living the loss. Dwelling as
A ghost of my former self. Trapped inside the chest of
A living corpse, screaming silent at the darkness that I
Hold inside.

Cold space ? death code ? Hell's maze ? my void.
A void at the heart of my self: Hell is a version of life.

Connected to the foulness, pierced by all the darkness,
Duplicated, re-enforced and seen again and again.
Enlightenment is a burden, yet a triumph for the Hellbound,
Duplicated, re-enforced and seen again, again,
And again!

"Per me si va ne la città dolente,
Per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,
Per me si va tra la perduta gente. ?
Lasciate ogne spiranza, voi ch'intrate"

This beginningless, endless emptiness: a voyage for the
Passionate. This nightmarish, foul senselessness;
A discovery nakedly passionless.

Faced with what's within: all Heaven's bliss ? reversed!
The irrational as law; a horrid web of thoughts; an
Illogic vortex void; whirls of senseless filth; wells to
Drink from, luring waters, depths in which to drown.