Lost between the razor traces
Scratched confidence
Found comfort in shadows black
Taking darkness for granted
Left open for what comes unseen:
Its beautiful horror, its wondrous seeds of doubt
Gazing into the abyss with the intensity of a madman
Desperately awaiting the day it looks back
Lest ye forget the monsters
Transgressing into a frigid soul
Nothing to expect, nothing to surprise
Shattering the precious illusion of potential ≠ 0
Further down the nest
Further down the ID
Cold, Inert
Missed the distance, lost the trace
Complete
The lord of deceit rejoices