Eating the visions of god

I am staring at the sun of the nothing
For I want to eat the visions of God
Consuming the knowledge and power that radiates overhead
As I slumber in a bed of vegetation
And thorns leaving behind unease and dread

I feed from pretentious notions and
Malignant demons through its rays
For hell is abandoned and this single
Horror walks amongst our ongoing cliches

My eyes, my perception
They seem to smolder and whiten
For it seems that I have peered into
The diseased display of myself
I am the eater of the sun
I am the destroyer of worlds