Esoteric A Torrent Of Ills
Avert my eyes to prevent the falling,
Some things should not be seen
And if I dare glance
The quickening travels swiftly,
To take leave of my senses
Excess in place of sleep
Cathartic,
Still, yet restless amidst this elucidation
The red mist contorts, distorts,
Blasting through my mind
Destroying all rational thought
Reflections of dissolution
A malevolent labyrinth
Spurious, blinding
Unforgiving reality
This fantastic chaos that contains everything the mind
could imagine,
But mostly would not care to see
Merely breathing
Searching for that elusive purpose that drives us,
But we know not where
Time will eventually scrub me from existence
And I will never have known it
