Rebirth: Rebuild, Advance, Redo

The swirling void of blackness of cosmic proportions
Swallowing all refractions of hope
Any semblance cast through unfolds
The fabric of the scroll that contains all
Written through with piercing quills of souls

The ink with which we pen our fate
Made of blood, writ on polished stone
Carved out of stardust spawned from celestial death
Of a body born out of pure chaos

The death of the author of one’s own story
Instrumentality with a lack of mentality
A path constructed from nothing leading nowhere
Running backwards in circles towards idols

The default state converges into stillness eldritch
But the path to take, infinitesimal yet incessant
The particles that make us human bound to stray us apart

We blame demons and gods
Yet chaos knows no deity nor devil
We construe based on manifestation
For with lack of cogitation we can assume endless fabrication

Exemplars of aspects propped up
Mountains that change over time
Sky… What your eyes can’t see, what your eyes can see
Sun, water, flowers, Sky… Red hate
Water flowing, Blood
The smell of blood
Man, soil, woman
City, humans, angels, God
Human creations
The things I possess are a life and soul
I am a vessel for a soul
Entry plug, who am I? Myself? Me?
Identity: very strange... it is melting
I can no longer see myself
My shape is fading
I feel the presence
Is there someone beyond?