child of the Void (indiscriminate rites)

 Into nothingness the heart was formed

thoughts waves of miraculous nonsense

its funny when you realize that the demons have cost less
in the sense that my queen had spotless
anchors in which her identity could never be realized
my queen of the spots, the yang of the yin who i failed at every whim
Mistress of a night that beckoned me but I couldnt make right

it's funny when you realize that demons have cost less
as my consciousness slowly slips away as I imagine what brought this
reticent view of my spotless mind brought on by the worship of her forgotten helm

what is this? what is this? the mind skirmished
as I continued to question how I could come here
I envy my subconscious and it begins the
indiscriminate rites to beckon my queen once more
unto newfound
machinations of depth and honor and style knowing its not yet
over