feeling doom as i walk into this tomb as i fall into the womb
im consumed by the doom
as i fade into the gloom like a flower that has bloomed
i lose my color and hue: suffer to the truth
that the eternity of youth is never to be assumed
the fruits will always lose their juice falling through falling through
stare back aloof, that's the feeling of the cube
stare right into the abyss and it'll stare back into you

Praying to a deity.
Even though I know that he's the same as me.
From a planet in the Pleiades
Somebody pray for me / 
Looking at a Gray and then the Grey in me.

along the road of paul, i seek to flow across 
a sea where a ship was towed ashore
i lurk back and forth: i search for more.
devoted towards my focus on the code in which the poet calls
to reverse the fall
and withdraw to the source and find universal law
in the books i scrawl: surging forth words of a cursive form
deserted, lost, my thoughts interspersed along
im thirsting for a subversive force to converge in my heart
the quartz amongst the rock
i fight against the clock
i walk the widows walk
for a moment of torque to unlock
the truth outside the box
that sits besides the mark
and carries the charge of
a light resides in the dark
you couldn't handle a man of my standard
so i ran to dubai, carryin vedas in my hand
plan to go high, prayer to the man in the sky
dammit im manic, a titanic is crashing on ice land again
thats why you gotta prepare for a life challenged 
while married to strife, damaging
cramps in your thigh, and you cant manage to fight
anymore maybe you'll die
talisman there at your side
what a precarious dynamic youre in

the acephalic mystic that is crazed by magic visions 
phrases and shapes permeate his brain casted within him
he chases an lackless wisdom, so great he'd detach from prison
such strange actions, maimed and damaged he cant explain what happened in them

in this play of life i am an unknown actor
within a stage where i am both the crowd and the actress
the sole master watching my own actions 
alone without knowing most factors
its neither given or shown but remains
in vain a growing chapter thats written as it happens
my mind was a boat anchored
in my own brain
with the rope tangled
singing my own refrain to remain sane
even though the chains hampers
along this road to damascus
i pray but receive slow to no answers 
the old crow in the cold snow
looks on me and passes
god only imposes harder

immoble i have no chances 
even though theres no salvage in this cold water
sailing farther away from home with no harbour
stuck in a remote corner the light only glows darker

Stare in the Abyss

a self-contemplating spirit drifting on the axis of infinity & void

AmnisEonOne/a.k.a./M.D.A[Meister der Allegorien]

Stare in the Abyss

anton