The Third Injury - Manic Movement

For ever now man has been lost

In comprehensive darkness, seeking control

Great minds have flakkered

Casting shivering light upon

Looming immensity (possibility)

Mankind detested what was unveiled

For it meant giving up his inbred sense

Of superiority being reduced to but a splat

In the blackness of the eternal flow

Rise above me

Chasing shadows through my head

Thinning as smoke when I try

To grasp what was not meant to be asked

Betrayed by origin and belief

Humanity now suffered a third great injury

Mankind lost his head to the axe

Of freudian philosophy

You are the keeper

You leave the site on burning

My only true kin

Yet you besiege me with…

With doubt

For all things lost

Come back to haunt

With sodomizing threat

Crazed by the voices in my head

Things new spoiled by regret

How he closed his bleeding hands

Not willing to give up control

Staring disbelieving

In the dark nethers of his soul

You are the keeper

You leave the site on burning

My only true kin

Yet you besiege me with… (death)

In the eye of the storm

A sombre scene is set

A refuge for a familiar figure

Lying petrified on a bed

Paled face, eyes wide

Staring at the tapestry

Of swirling emotions

Above his head

His white lips open

Unable to suppress

— a scream —

Is this me I’m looking at?