IV - Drowning the Light

After meeting the spark of all that breathes and bleeds

How could I leave with my pride and sanity intact?

By understanding of the world in ruins

By image blurred

By I in doubt

By soul at one with nothing.

I lurk amongst the waters

I can see but cannot hear

And inside I cannot hear

In this secluded environment

I can sit and manifest the mystical practices of old

A bark pillar grows within me, Stone overturns stone

Until my soul is nought but rock, hard as my conviction

All life is merely passing phase, a breeding ground

For vermin, filthy as they are naive

So as I hold in my hand this burning bush of sacred herbs,

So in my pillar of heart I hold contempt for all life in this realm

And it is contempt that fuels My thirst for pure knowledge…