Stillborn Gods

In the mist, moon-drenched

Time ticks with stillness

Languid ether

Steel and sinew, cartilage and chrome

An entity with endless gaze

Cold, vermillion eyes infinite stare

Materialized in shadow and torn from the veil

Emerge the thorned tree of suffering

His celestial burden

Screams echo off the solid forms that once flowed as fluid time

Abomination

Rivers of epoch, entire eras carved into inanimate flesh

Streaks of blood-red veins etched on a cruel landscape

Thrown into the throes of cosmic cessation

Steel and sinew, cartilage and chrome

An entity with endless gaze

Cold, vermillion eyes infinite stare

Materialized in shadow and torn from the veil

Our vermillion dream once breathed essence

We crafted the sun with an aura of hate

Setting the dunes ablaze

Moon-frosted by night

A stillborn god

Presides on an empty throne

Orchestrating jaws

Of nihilism

Teeth rip us from reality

Clamping, suffocating

Meaning projected onto

A fabric of nothingness

Lost, our fragile

Dreaming of existence