The world is constantly speaking

through dreams and memories.

A brighter day; this is the prospect

I’ve been imagining.


Look upon me with open eyes,

I’m finally shedding my disguise.


Gaze no further for your demise.


You are weak.


A paradoxical contemplation.

Resolve conflicting with meditation.


Eyes closed, it’s your bitter end.

Hibernation is your permanent

state; you didn't begin.


Come forth to its call.

Separated from those

who seldom see all.

Before they'll let you stand,

it’s filth through which you will crawl.

◄ Gatekeeper

Hell ►


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