Under the Many Moons Above

I've passed a time I knew for useless
Into a visceral carpentry of mind
Cold hands reach out and a living mirror calls my name
A figure steps from in and out the glass
Charred bone and cloth from ages old and lost
Laughter rings out, from the head of a jackal grinning long

"Gaze into wasted time
You've only left the only life you ever had behind
"
Piercing through with lifeless eyes
"The last one will return to end your reign"

I cast aside this sickly vision tired
Jackals lead on
Let the past burn in exalted light
Madness take hold
On a far stretch of that sound oblivion

Shapes and forms that shift and phase
Indivisive land or sea
With the old world burning on a wire I take a rapid glance at my surroundings
Other souls, a pulsing march of seekers
These are Gods? Are we lost?

"Lay down under the many moons above
Lay down in this place of a yet to come"

The jackal rips and tares my eyes commanding force and senses blind and ripping into weakened flesh he's pulling out and tearing in and gazing in his eyes I see all the better parts that I'll never get back

Alone and completely surrounded
Alone as discreetly separate
A turn at last to part the veil that's shrouded a soul in perfect isolation