The Science of Shifting

I'm traveling the road to ruin

It leads to my transformation.

I am the scion of ecstasies

Misplaced in mundane dimensions

Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me

Lest my soul be cleaved.

Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply,

Nourished by long-forgotten deeds,

And lash me there eternally.

To a maddening melody

I've inherited the calling

Of the accursed initiates

Drawn to secret incantations

And evocations of the damned

A thief of tomes of stolen truths,

I've crossed the spiritual abyss

All that I have ever beheld Ceases to matter or endure.

The former world in which I've dwelled

So shamelessly wrecked asunder.

Saturated by black visions...

Oily and viscous intrusions...

Sensing the scourge of centuries

So viscerally in gloaming...

Soiled, misshapen, I am shifting,

With my eyes secretly lifting

Black revelations I have sought

See what wisdom this bane has wrought:

So erdite, so pure, iimbued

With arcane knowledge of the dead...

Malady of the mind ensues

Lest lucidity deals me dread.

Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me

Lest my soul be cleaved.

Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply,

Nourished by long-forgotten deeds,

And lash me there eternally.

To a maddening melody