Developed perception In cognitive immersion Masking the certainty the reality In this design, I find solace Yet the depths of regret Set this altered mind faltering Again and again, I watch it decay Coveting the frail shell of a memory My resolve has cursed this blood-stained soil Here I stand, in ruination Among the cinders of destruction As I have bled the sky of its tranquility Where life once flourished And all that's left is the swarming of ashes Now burning my skin This is torment This is completion Crushing the frail shell of a memory My curse has resolved this blood-stained soil What is perfection to me? The growth of the seed The knowledge that I am the artist And this is my masterpiece My curse, my resolve