ToTheArk (part II)
ToTheArk
So calm, so cold
I’ve caught my breath
I’ve given in
Deep beneath the mask I’ve worn since I came into this world
Stirs something primal
Slowly released by fevered incision
Now internalize this repetition to escape and transcend
The clouds have rolled back
The stars have fallen into the ocean
I can no longer see beyond all these lacerations
Impermanence flees to be replaced by an unobstructed hatred
For the first time, I see with no face
I am the haunting echo of a silent universe
A whisper in the wind
The dysphoria within
Welcoming the Hunter’s Mask
I close my eyes for the last time
Though cold and motionless, I’m still inside
And I fear I’m not alone
Will you guide me?
Even a shattered mirror shimmers in the moonlight
You’ll take me to the ark