Emenius Sleepus

I

Carving blooms

Thorn paths in my flesh

Ornaments of decay

Spilling inner light

To make me numb

To make me sleep

A brand of gloom

To submerge deeper

                                    Into dissolution…

As time flows, I flow away…

II

To face throne of nihil

And let its eyes embrace me

And unravel my brittle grains

Of shattered consciousness

To fall further beneath

Than I’ve ever fallen