Afterlife Sophistication

Your glance is burning my eyes,
The scraps of the forgotten oath
Turn blood to copper
The sand drips down my throat.
Poke nails in my hands,
I’ll wear the crown of thorns.
Below the heaven,
Turning my thoughts inward.
Forth came a flame that grew clear and bright,
Rolled back swiftly the curtain of darkness,
Unveiled the hall from the darkest of night.
I’ve descended the dark way that led into light.
Deep in the mysteries have I traveled.
Forever I’m living the lie
Below the heaven,
Turning my thoughts inward.
When you’re seeking them
They are watching you.
Sending impulses:
Control or follow.
Now it’s time to choose —
Up, or down, or death.
Now it’s time to lose
Everything you have.
Turning my thoughts inward,
Spelling the disease over the world.
Here I am, all by myself.
Can’t see the god.
Can’t touch the darkness.
Can’t smell the noises
In my head.
The beginning of another cycle,
And no more boundaries
Between the living
…and the dead.