Shedding the firmament

Sightless stalker, diminished blade
I know not why I hunt.
Lamed vagrant, tongueless beggar
I know not why I cry.
Writhing skin, moribund eyes
I know not why I pine.
Scabbed in frothy, leprous hives,
I hide from a world that on radiance survives.

My sorrow extends beyond the firmament…
Ambition is arrogance
Atrophying is all we know of life.

A grating through a diaphanous veil
The gauzy years of sorrow.
We rise upon those scintillating times,
To assuage our lifelong loss.

Weary mind, interminable grief
I know not why I live.
The sordid sun burns deeper still,
A thick bubonic singe
That sneers at my weary brain
Like a severed hand.
The lamentation of the guilt
That breeds inside me
Lives under the grasp of duress
In its malformed claw.

My sorrow extends beyond the firmament…
Ambition is arrogance
Atrophying is all we know of life.
Ragnarok is come
My savior my scorn.
Under Mjollnir,
Let me die.
Ragnarok is come
My savior my scorn.
Under Mjollnir,
Let me die.