Innate 13 - Noumena

At times my empty and tangled eyes betray

To believe this I need more than mere faith

In this cold and desolate ward of mind

Intoxicated truth I bear inside

At times this shattered being is lost

For it all is gone I’ve sharpened the blade in my dreams

In alteration I have broken old entities

In a kind of mental subtraction

Everything fades and everything dies for a while

Come my fierce and lonely grave

Enter my bleeding dreams

Come and be where it all ends

Everytime when I surge inside

The bleaker desire, more painful demise

For aeons I’ve worn black spirit disguise

For all things to come I shiver inside

To taint the world with blood at times

This shattered being is lost

This endeavour is not worth all esteem

As a birthmark I’m stained with number 13

For a desolate mind can’t be divine

All illusions can’t last more than for a while

Carved is a number into my skin imprisoned in all these cages