Take it or lethe it

i stared into the abyss
and it back into me
i found it to be a mirror
of my true identity

i’ve looked through scrying eyes
and saw my kin
standing where the great demon
lies within

on this plane
it is an astral fantasy
life is a guise
death’s mockery

are my dreams
an existential gift
or are they windows
into a dimensional shift

they might be memories
from a forgotten past
so i’ll drink from the lethe
oblivion at last


Blood and ink – a sigil of words

Blood and Ink: A Sigil of Words

mind cursed
into an extended moment
of self induced venom
becoming something
that it was not
all that was gained
became lost
in a city
of stereotyped burnout
hiding in the smog
deceiving itself
that it was buoyant
but suffocating
in its own treachery

mind mazed
the WILL is
the minotaur
breaking the walls
labeled chicanery
rising to the sun
like Icarus
becoming a god as Helios
shining bright
cutting through the smoke
paving a thoroughfare
the sigil is clear
so it is done