Lure Of The Abyss - Necronautical

It dwells in the esoteric

The realm of astral thoughts

Latched upon the thinker’s art

Scheming for the source

Engorged by stolen doctrines

Its malignance beckons forth

Now, manifest

Anthropomorphized force

Throned without will for ascension

Quenched by drought in a thirst for truth

For what was I but a spec of dirt within the dust?

Cast aside to return an empty ambivalent soul

When the spark is liberated

As from the cradle torn

The darkness shapes a vacant persona

His nothingness is born

Behold his lack of lips to rad

His numbing face forlorn

Grotesque simulacrum of non

Whose coming dulls the dawn

To know the lure of the abyss

Is transformation of the self

The gnosis of reality: a compromise

How can you reconcile the brevity of a single life

With the grander story of humanity?

Glib aphorisms won’t suffice!

To resist the abyssal allure

Is to deny the human condition

I persist, the old ideal anew

In exaltation of the null