This horror is mine
None but I
Could even summoned the courage of a lie
To gaze behind the veils of man

Feigning utmost
I witness
The extraction of frailty, shaping of a bane
Voicelessly exposed
Eyes listless, and shackled
Orbless in their chasmal white

Truth, with all its power
Lives inside me. Breathes inside me

As deafening summons descend on deaf ears
Viperous skin blenches
With the touches, from the speckles
Of white, of life, of light

This horror is mine. None but I
Could even (have) summoned the courage of a lie
To gaze behind the veils of man

A tender void
To silence
The clamor, the bellowing, echo of my will
Riotously exposed
Hand calloused
The heart withering
Burdened with time

Choke the channels the self is rooted in
Abandon your limbs, abandon your skin

As deafening summons descend on deaf ears
Viperous skin blenches
With the touches, from the speckles
Of white, of life, of light

Truth, with all its power
Lives inside me. Breathes inside me