Soulquake

Invite me or not - I will enter anyway

resist me or not - I will sculpt you all the same

You are the soil opened for a grain

an empty canvas that begs for paint

Both venom and opium I am

drink of me while you can

call me madness or the redeemer

it's inconsequential for I am neither

A nightmare this is but in dreams meet we not

this window to reality you can't nail shut

in your eden within I am the tree of sin

the point where speech ends and echoes begin

Aberrant at heart, you must be erased

the rigidness of mind - by progress replaced

Both venom and opium I am

drink of me while you can

call me madness or the redeemer

it's inconsequential for I am neither

On a paintrip to the center of existence

the concept of commonness loses all meaning

a piece of broken glass on evolution's path

it is now up to you: re-shaped or removed