The deity of the twilight called me to the shadows,
And spoke:
"I am the hidden god, you shall know me as duality,
I am the keeper of the wave that guides the fate of reality,
Threading harmony through the entropy of the probable waveform,
Steadfast, I am the navigator that guides this ship through storm,
You lack understanding, as always, poor little ones,
Your ears are blind, tarry here no-longer, time crawls not but runs."
And I was alone....
With the cold sharp fingers of dread clutching my heart,
Despair seeping through, permeating the halls of my soul,
I'm not moving fast enough,
Fate, it seems cannot be ignored,
Quietus marks the final destination,
(Degeneration becomes apparent in the scrawl.)
Make haste fools! Time is striving for it's rotting prize,
Ravenous, it tires of waiting for it's one great grim meal,
Yet you do not notice and I cannot fathom why,
I've seen it before, through the eyes of a child,
Am I the only one with my eyes open?
Am I the only one consumed by frantic urgency?
Am I suffering paranoid schizophrenia?
Do you hear the voices too?
They tell me I'm sane,
Though they cry out for doom,
(The degeneration becomes more severe)
The voice of the hidden god lingers in my head,
Fleeting and vague I remember not what it said,
And a subtle shift in perception realigns fate,
Amongst the first to leave but still I'm late,
All that's left is uneaten food, half empty drinks,
I'm a silhouette in the eye of the sun as it sinks,
(Degeneration recedes but where is reason?)
Too late, far too late I missed you,
Everyone moved on without me,
Ascension I am denied,
By errant whim and fancy,
Now desolation reigns supreme,
So I lick the salt from rocks,
That smoothed away facades,
Shimmering with falsity,
In a quietude eating flies,
Crunchy protein snacks,
(Degeneration reaches critical mass, no sight of reason!)
Medicine is a slap in the mouth,
I like it, do it again,
Split my lip, make me grin,
I am temptation's fool,
Take my hand let us decsend,
I reached the top and found rock bottom,
But look a hole in the wall,
Shall we take a peak?
It leads to my soul,
(Prognosis: Reason has fled and will not return)
The hidden god is laughing......
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