Into myself I disappear 
Developing the inner void
Bliss within internal hate
Severed from the outside world

Entombed in solitude 
The flesh betrays itself once more

Recall the symbols I drew alone
In that place of windswept trees
The winter cold gave life to skin
Summoned shades surrounding me

Entombed in solitude 
The flesh betrays itself once more
Transcend the walls bestowed by kin
Psychic distaste restored again

In grief the sun turned black 
In lament I found myself 
Whisper again then do not speak
Meditate on hate, find inner peace

Waucre