Cosmoclaustrum

Etched into my bone is a scripture
Words of a lonely road towards infamy
The path of woundism, a long and winding one
Revealed by the whispers that once cradled me

A swirl of lies that I will spread
From my skeletal shrine, rotten, sublime

With dread I claw into my nyctalgia-ridden shell
And venture along my spine, rotten, sublime
Consciousness washed away with the draught I've bled

No longer confined to cosmic claustrophobia!
... but a new confinement awaits yonder the lamentations' alignment

Treated like a worm since the dawn of my time
Yearning to hide in timeless dusk
... and with my voice of lacerated sedation
I'll sing the world my last lamentation
Of this life so futile
Spreading lies, echoing through time

I know that time is of the essence
But what does that mean when one's essence has left?
When did it leave?
When did I lose it?
Did I ever have it?
Solaceless and essenceless
Mirthless
Worthless
Birthless, to become earthless
For what is dead cannot be conquered

Fumbling along the spinal corridors
I ascend above my visions
Peering through the cosmic lens I leer
Yearning for the ultimate confinement within cosmos
Dispersed and eternal