Torrent Of Ills — Esoteric

Avert my eyes to prevent the falling, Some things should not be seen And if I dare glance The quickening travels swiftly, To take leave of my senses

Excess in place of sleep Cathartic, Still, yet restless amidst this elucidation

The red mist contorts, distorts, Blasting through my mind Destroying all rational thought

Reflections of dissolution A malevolent labyrinth Spurious, blinding Unforgiving reality

This fantastic chaos that contains everything the mind could imagine, But mostly would not care to see

Merely breathing Searching for that elusive purpose that drives us, But we know not where

Time will eventually scrub me from existence And I will never have known it