King Goat Conduit
Solar breath
A monument to excess
Softly brushes my face
And burns too soon
Wounds on cue
Nothing to show
And yet, you know
Pride undone
The way is lost
One last time before we lay these ghosts to rest
Petrified and self exiled, I would throw myself into the sun
I am too sick, weak and tired, and I know the worst is to come
Under one unblinking eye, Cursed to live yet doomed to die
The universe, under its own weight contracts and folds into its final fate
What am I? I should have perished
But I'm all alone now. All around me is void
And how could it be that all creation lies in me?
For aeons I linger, Or maybe a fleeting moment
Something is building. Wonder and resentment
Deeper and deeper, I owe existence nothing
Mocking my fury, Creation takes root and explodes
I had the chance to create a perfect form
Devoid of malice. Of peace and beauty born
When all was silent, I could have stopped it all
But, in my anger, I only brought forth the storm again
The cycle begins. And as I fade my last thought is only regret
