The Infinite Gyre

Such was our fate, succumbing to a bed of ice You, infinite gyre, seducer I hope to place upon your shoulders a crown of odious wisps Such to coat all the youngest of your offspring For I am the shell and I am the maw now; once and for all, I would love to dissolve you Feel my innocence thrust in your dissonance Genomes thrust into a fire Why did you forge me in the image of your sickness? Why do you cater to the lies of a forked tongue? Why do you coat me in barbaric aspiration? Why is my face now the visage of a frozen sun? I swing from a liar's pendulum I only live to appease my Devicer Masquerade in wanderlust; wayfarer of cosmic dust I am seeking to pollute, remove what was changed; seeking to diffuse my delusion Seeking to weave the strands of my karma; seeking to strip the wax from my eyes Festering, synthetic stain, my soul feels your mark today Upon the alcove, the masked messiah forms his gyre Within his nexus of apostasy, he is order and chaos; a force of betrayal Of my higher self I am but of a morsel of his true ambition I am but one of a thousand fractures I am one of a thousand fractured souls I am a speck upon the infinite gyre, without control My faculties are wed as a lock upon a door, in these winds of avarice Mercy, shed me Please strip my eyes of their feeble intent and please strip my lungs of their oxygen Please strip my mind of this constant decision and please strip my stomach of its caustic condition You, dark marauder You, masked messiah Oh, what am I to be, as such, in this transmutation? In abolition