Pulldrone

One, apathy I am what I am, and I am nothing Two, disruption There goes a great shudder through the muscle A shimmering of bells through the mist Three, curiosity One quick moment to crane the neck I have always possessed the insatiable need To see what happens inside the room Four, assimilation Lo, wellspring of knowledge, of feeling, of sensation Beauty, overwhelming I will dislocate my jaw to fit it all in Five, aggrandization The pull, yes, the pull Send down your cordage of suffocation and let me in Six, delineation I want to know what God knows, and I will be with Him Sent over the edge, I sigh Flush against the veil, I sing Seven, perversion It is no good bearing false witness, the sinner's errand I am what I am, but we are not the same It is no good speaking of fairness, the fool's errand Eight, resentment Are these laurels to be proud of? Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live Hate, hate Nine, separation I was an angel, though plummeting The stars are as beams shining through the wheel I am sure that Hell must be cold Ten, degradation Nature chews on me Eleven, annihilation This agony, such is the consequence of audience I will claw my way back to the Great Dark And we will not speak of this place again Twelve, desolation Therein lies sacred geometry of onanism, of ouroboros, of punishment I am that I was as I no longer am, for I am nothing