Yearnings of a Rotten Spine

Within many a heart echoes a dripping tongue
So too within my own, with its chamber hollowed by solacelessness
With lungs cowering and ever unwilling to endure
The lost fragments of celestial wrath
... but I always heard it, drooling its truth
Its oppressing words worming their way within my dreary mind
A hollowed comfort

... and so I have quested the bodies of its stories
The phenomenons, their phantasms
For with rotten spine I yearned

With rotten spine
I yearned to wander the nocturnal rosary of knowledge
I yearned to learn what was written in emerald, in order to
"ascend from Earth into Heaven, and descend again to Earth"
And to "receive the power of the superior and the inferior"
For with the glory of the whole world; all darkness may enter me
The elixir of suffering is within, let it flow and drown the sun!

Thus from this realm I will rise
With a secluded telesm encapsulating the last ray of light

Ever unyielding I will quest
The lost phrases of celestial wrath, spiraling through my mind
It is the presence in the dark
A phantasm of triumph
A prophecy planted within my heart
Yet, a mere hollowed comfort
... yet, a mere hollowed comfort

A hollow comfort
For in the shadows of dripping tongues
Solaceless I will on quest for the voided meaning
Wander the nocturnal rosary of knowledge