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Drowning in your absence
Sinking languidly in a vacuum of broken cognizance
Taste burnt offerings of corroded creation
Pyrolyze my palate; back to the well
Swallow my sweat till the longing is quelled.
Toiling for a thousand hours
Erect a crooked tower of filth
Overgrown by seething flowers
Subsisted by the blood Ive spilt
Stand atop my magnum opus
Reaching for translucent tail
Derisive laughter constant chorus
Reflection of a silent wail

Hands are numbed, eyes cant see
Life of bloody irony
Lost in a world of my own design
For you, muse, I forever pine
I am the Nothinglord.

Sliding through the maze of time
Writhing walls adorned with faces
Followed by ten million eyes
Flaming veins held in stasis
Burning till I find you
Light the sky with scarring screams
Animated mannequins
Infect my wounds, eat my dreams

Your smile is empty
yawning chasm of lies
Incinerate where my pride resides
I created you, soulless abomination
Se your plans to pilfer mine
But you mustn't; Ill give it away
Feel my pain never again.

The bastion of confusion
Tower walls quake and groan
searching for inane illusion
smelted vehemence encrusted bones
Ruling with an iron hand
rusting from the inside out
subjects slave o'er blighted land
faith in a broken God devout
Sent to battle enemy invisible
hopes of victory up in flames
reminiscent Tyr's dirigible
with innocent blood, skies are stained.
Reach into forever abyssal
Nothinglord cries out thy name
directionless unholy missile
without you, muse, I live in vain.