Lavinia: The Lights That Lay Before My Eyes

My pale skin, it reminds me of my discarded vessel Broken, inwardly scarred; something is so wrong Eidolic spheres surge before my eyes Swelling as far as my vision distends I shudder at the voices within my spraining mind I am touched, raped, defiled What is this befoulment inside of me? It reeks perversely, corruptly I feel it writhing, my cosmic insemination My body is a tool, 'beyond-one' Poor blood-father, playing games he cannot understand Cannot understand