Lenses crack under my massive pressure.

Every grain of glass that holds them together is gone.

 

I cover your face from shame.

Murder is found in my name—

Murder of Humanity and Wisdom

and for this, angels weep,

murmur a song of sorrow

for you who’s lost to the darkness.

 

Shadows thrive in my presence—

Childhood innocence ceases to breathe.

 

Whether you are a blazing candle

or

a tenebrous, billowing cape—

You are my beast.

Even the shackles of Civilization on your ankles

could not keep you from me,

For I fester in the deepest parts of the soul

of every being—

Inside every soul,

 

There is me.