Capsized once again, the lethargy paints shades of grey around my fractured halo. The disease manifests in a defeatist hourglass. The vortex of quicksand has swallowed me whole, rebirth from the ethos lays my weary head upon a grassy knoll. The Efficacy protrudes through me like a horn summoning the dreaming dead. I'm Caught in a trance the crimson moon unearths the inimitable enigma from this abyss. I Fervently reach towards the membrane of life, caught in a venus fly trap profusely deteriorating in this aperture. The icicles have melted away. The transcendental mist beads off like tears on my skin. This entropic state seems all too familiar, my hearth has exhumed me. I hide amongst the shadows, eternally awake until I am benevolently at one with the cosmos, all consuming . Anguish and bliss is the catalyst. I'm in a ocean with no floor heaven is searing for there is no gate there is no door only a parallel dimension where ascension is forever more.