The Majestic Nothingness - Tales of Dark

The Majestic Nothingness - Tales of Dark
With virtues drained
By a dream nurtured malady
Transfixed in a delicate deathgrip I repose
As the colours all decayed
Through this blossoming torture revive
Costumed for the horrid stageplay
The chapters collected in fatal equilibrium
Illusions stifled set for the vertical entrance
In dark graveyard soil bedding redolent
Of slow motioned demise
And I renounce the reason
My cold rotten heart eclipsed
In a withering mercy
It shelters my nonexistence
And sightless again
Within these thoughts dehumanized
I grope the debris of vanquished desires
As the funeral crows strident choirs
Drone fearful tunes
For the solemn black skies
Many seasons have fled
Into timeless subsistence
Where each and every moment
Is a different form of hell
I hold no balance
In the distance between
Retrace the scars
Trenched through the vague horizon
Where beauty and abhorrence
Hand in hand now walk
Tottering towards
The virgin coastlines of nothingness
Destiny outstretched
In bleak majesty
The nihil sector unrolls