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