Miserere Luminis The Mist
There is nothing but mist in my lungs
And tar in my veins
I'm out of this world
Something went wrong
Something went just bad
Here is the void of misery
The sun has been swallowed by some cosmic grief
Infinite conscience spitting blackness over and beyond
And I'm wondering, do the worms feel the absence of
light?
Here I am, Sick, unpleased by it all
I am the wound of my being
Since Iam the knife and the rope
Of this rape relation between me and me
I need to get beloew everything
I must know, smell the essence
I want to throw myself through this window in the sky
To remember what I may have forgotten
