This horror is mine None but I Could even have summoned the courage of a lie To gaze behind the veils of man Feigning utmost, I witness The extraction of frailty, shaping of a bane Voicelessly exposed Eyes listless, and shackled Orbless in their chasmal white Truth, with all its power, Lives inside me. breathes inside me As deafening summons descend on deaf ears, Viperous skin blenches With the touches, from the speckles, Of white, of life, of light This horror is mine. none but I Could even have summoned the courage of a lie To gaze behind the veils of man A tender void To silence, The clamor, the bellowing, echo of my will Riotously exposed. Hand calloused The heart withering Burdened with time Choke the channels the self is rooted in Abandon your limbs, abandon your skin As deafening summons descend on deaf ears, Viperous skin blenches With the touches, from the speckles, Of white, of life, of light Truth, with all its power, Lives inside me. breathes inside me