Witching Hour - For Her Nightmare

One, apathy
I am what I am and I am nothing

Two, disruption
There goes a great shudder through the muscle
A shimmering of bells through the mist

Three, curiosity
One quick moment to crane the neck
I have always possessed the insatiable need to see what happens inside the room

Four, assimilation
Lo, wellspring of knowledge
Of feeling, of sensation
Beauty, overwhelming
I will dislocate my jaw to fit it all in

Five, aggrandization
The pull, yes, the pull
Send down your cordage of suffocation and let me in

Six, delineation
I want to know what God knows, and I will bе with Him
Sent over the еdge, I sigh
Flush against the veil, I sing

Seven, perversion
It is no good bearing false witness
The sinner's errand
I am what I am but we are not the same
It is no good speaking of fairness, the fools errand

Eight, resentment
Are these laurels to be proud of?
Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live

Hate, hate

Nine, separation
I was an angel, though plummeting
The stars are as beams shining through the wheel
I am sure that Hell must be cold

Ten, degradation
Nature chews on me

Eleven, annihilation
This agony
Such is the consequence of audience
I will claw my way back to the Great Dark and we will not speak of this place again

Twelve, desolation
Therein lies sacred geometry of onanism
Of ouroboros
Of punishment
I am that I was as I no longer am for I am nothing

Amen

Witching Hour - For Her Nightmare

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