The hidden is obvious

Disintegrates beneath walls of stone

Cold yet unendingly atrocious

This fire stopped burning long ago



The pain of longing is thousand times more bearable

Than the anguish of release

When the cogs of the godmachine grind no longer

Will it stir the soul in unease?



Shapeshifter, naked eye divinity

Introspective, face-deep misery

Motion stand still in stagnance

For one cannot divide himself into fragments



Desensitized, colonized, intensified, amplified



The hidden is obvious, disintegrates beneath

Walls of stone cold, yet unendingly...

This fire stopped burning long ago

This pain of longing is my only foe