Vacantfield - White Knuckled Cosmos

Light bends and shifts away
Cosmic shapes eaten from the ultimate void.
Like radiant worm in these vacant fields
I sharpen my teeth in the mouth of chaos.

Disorder
Uproar-and hold
Rapture
From the core below
to the howling stars above.

I am the paper man, crude and indigested mass,
a lifeless lump,
unframed,
a line of turmoil seeds
and justly destruction named.

As my head shivers in chaos
and my arms strech so sick
my mouth suits perfectly pestilent stars
and the nihil scars shall flesh avenge.
Entrance, retaliate, and plead for shapeless mass,
in black hole dementia the plastic rider beholds harmony.
“The final step from the dreamer to the knuckled dreams”

In the great void of emptiness
were self is distained,(leave)
all stars through me.
And all bitterness will be
separated into genera.
Discipline annihilates thousand wounds carved with salt.

Distinctive entity
I swim the lunar seas
like broken bones
of cadaver dreams
chocked and total necro.

I am cosmos torn and cut asunder
I am the womb of scorn and channeling madness
The blast in the eyes of omega.
Burst and mute now like fucking holes in the sky,
I sailed through daydreams and smiled
while all grave floating nebulas
were trodden down like disease.

I am the vortex tongue
the end of cosmos
I am the vortex tongue
I am universe
universe...iam cosmos the one and eternal.