Pulsar Colony - The Inner Core

The white whale drags our ship down
Into a vortex as I pierce its skin
It has been foretold
That our demise will occur
On the sea, far from home
We try to paint with colors
A force that reeks of deathly white
The demigod facade that we assume
Is put to shame
When in the presence of the sea beast
But we do not fear the whale’s vortex
With pride
We stare into the cauldron
And embrace our savage urges
We march towards
The deathly white force of brute strength
With sword in hand
As its icy jaws open
These infernal caverns
Have every inhuman intention
I am at one with their lack of compassion
I welcome their sharpened bite
As they clamp down
I’ve arrived at the inner core
Of existence
Dragged down
To the bottom
Of the eroded earth
This tireless soul
Suffocated by the deep waters