The Third Injury

for ever now man has been lost
in comprehensive darkness, seeking control
great minds have flakkered,
casting shivering light upon
looming immensity (possibility)
mankind detested what was unveiled
for it meant giving up his inbred sense
of superiority being reduced to but a splat
in the blackness of the eternal flow

rise above me
chasing shadows through my head
thinning as smoke when I try
to grasp what was not meant to be asked

betrayed by origin and belief,
humanity now suffered a third great injury
mankind lost his head to the axe
of freudian philosophy

you are the keeper,
you leave the site on burning
my only true kin,
yet you besiege me with...

with doubt
for all things lost
come back to haunt
with sodomizing threat
crazed by the voices in my head
things new spoiled by regret

how he closed his bleeding hands,
not willing to give up control
staring disbelieving
in the dark nethers of his soul

you are the keeper,
you leave the site on burning
my only true kin,
yet you besiege me with... (death)

in the eye of the storm
a sombre scene is set
a refuge for a familiar figure
lying petrified on a bed
paled face, eyes wide,
staring at the tapestry
of swirling emotions
above his head
his white lips open
unable to suppress
- a scream -
is this me I'm looking at?