Eating the Visions of God

I am staring at the Sun of the Nothing

For I want to eat the visions of God

Consuming the knowledge and power that radiates overhead

As I slumber in a bed of vegetation and thorns leaving behind unease and dread

I feed from pretentious notions and malignant demons through its rays

For hell is abandoned and this single horror walks amongst our ongoing cliches

My eyes, my perception - They seem to smolder and whiten

For it seems that I have peered into the diseased display of myself

I am the eater of the sun

I am the destroyer of worlds