Night time slowly creeps upon me
Awoken into the darkest pit of misanthropy
A lonesome pale existence of solace
Poisoning and butchering myself endlessly
In a deteriorating prison of failure
The only escape is the sanguine induced wine
And the esoteric herb of broken illusions

The conjured spells that speak my name
Is an enigma of expansive satisfaction
A blissful decent of maddening alchemy
A numbful ocean in my mind of blood and bones
With an eternal haze that snuffs out the soul
And thus leaves an empty husk of a corpse

The seers of the night lurk in the shadows
Taunting and deceiving my every breath
As I continue to drown in the ocean of the dead
A certain instinct sets me forth on a new path
An open quest to manifest and disperse
The darkest forces that posses me forth
From the depths of my dreams
To the inner circles of reality
The estranged lineage of a celestial nightmare
fills my veins with numbful tranquility
As I fall deep into the womb of the night

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