To Silence and Abyss We Reach

To truly hunger for something more
Than that which is corporeal
And stands before us in material resplendence
Is the mark of the zealot shorn of reason

Nothing is too much - infinity a mere stepping stone
No suffering is beyond enduring - for rewards that wait beyond
No shred of dignity need remain - for godhead will transcend all

Yawning oblivion splits open the lies
Upon which this most base course of primordial logic
Lies splayed, shattered and eviscerated
Broken apart on the еffluent - stained wheel
Of cosmic indifferеnce
Of the void's disregard

Your incoherent hopes deserve not even pity

Your self-serving wishes are repellent
In their craven worthlessness

In craving for the grasp of oblivion’s temptation
Dignity is left as a sad and broken thing
Stripped and ashen, left to wither
A tattered banner of foreboding
- a warning to those yet to come

Stinking blood pours forth on a wave of prayer
Feverish, babbling, debasing
What is it that you seek? What do you desire?
Desperately clutching at the threads of ashen dreams

In the depths of a child-mind grasping for purpose
Nailing hopes to a rotting mast of threadbare desire
Orbiting a dead star of ignorance
To silence and abyss we reach