Zy Nettesheim

I dream strange, With my eyes wide open, Watching the torn sky bend with the wind, A fissured flashing of metal enraged; Like fire through the blood, Is it not?

You only remind me now, That there's no future in being human; I can split the planet wide open tomorrow, And count myself a King of Infinite Space.

"Seven times I rap upon the mighty door of the subterranean vault, I stand without in the drafty and damp corridor that approaches thy lair. Dark Star, I seek you in all the endless rooms of the universe; I have entered the maze of chaos, And searched the promise of no end, And no fulfillment. Come thou forth, I bear a lamp for this terrible darkness, Thou shall behold that face known in dreams; M...

Nothing here, But the smell of empty years, Invisible threads of memory, Resigned to death; The moon a vacant house, The heart, And flesh of an empty shell.