Collapse Into Essence

A vessel is born
The wailing of cosmic release
A severance of blight
Above atrophied tongues

Forced into itself
Upon stygian wings
Through visionless wander
Rife with mesmeric whisper

Blighted by abscess
An intricate labyrinth of serpentine shrines
The seed of reason
Swept up amongst the somber casting of stones

A vessel is born
The wailing of cosmic release
A screaming, writhing form
Bearing legions of boils
Flesh wrought with lesions
Crawls from ebony void

Collapsing to essence
Within itself, nothing
Persists through nonbeing
To twisted dimensions

Ashen it comes, before the thrones of eyes
Delivered from epochs of pierced thought
Freed from perpetual abyss
Longing for calamitous silence
Through embryonic doorways
Grow crystallized memory
While within these wombs
Dwell hosts of universes