XX. Back to Halycon
It’s too late for you
It’s too late for us
It’s too late for you
It’s too late for me

I invade their sleep
And gouge out their eyes
I tear off the face
And leave only skull
...behind

To now behold the genuine substance
Even the crusts on the husk of your spine
They bleed in time
With the pulsation as you die
To now behold...

The skin
The muscle
The fibers
Slough off showing skeleton
The religions
The politics
The structures
All now decline

All of nature’s colors
Breaks off in shards
Stretching for...
Ever and ever and ever