Waiting in this Eden of Twilight, turn inside an Eye yet blind, burdened affront and back turned to Glaucus. Oblivion come crashing down, suitors afar vie for my crown, the dangers of the life of the senseless. The bloated Sphere of Destiny is growing deep inside of me... It's high time, you deliver me from this place, I see no reason to stop and in this world abide and It feels like treason , to swab this caul of Eden from my face, and yet I feel decided When that Kingdom did fall, When I survived them all and the soul redeeming ship left the port, the Sea divided: A restful place to flee nightmares the War provided. So Destiny incited, the God of the Seas undecided, whether to kill me, or keep me prisoner, the Tidal Nymph's desire condemned to serve. Weary of this Eden of respite, wants and fears stand side by side, so unclearly merged just like with Janus. Oblivion come crashing down, bitter tears surely will drown me with the lie of the Sightless Death And the bodies rescind to be someone I'll bleed in the hope of Life Washed away This deep yet distant Sorrow Clawing at me Deceived and in disgrace, I yearn for tidal leavings Disruptive heavings, my lot is cast so fleeting on these waves The beach I leave behind me Compensating this dreamy incarceration, sorrow scream in fear yet with no Sound With no ears to Hear quite clear Death as it hastens near, yet I will reach home I vow Too engrained in my pride, those loyal feelings to decide, what parts to hate? What departs me now? Competing with desire to turn around. Sailing on Dark Seas towards the Light, this Odyssey begins aright, and differs from the one from the pages Heed these deeds telling of how, I cast these scars off troubled brow, and returned to the Sanctum of Bliss Stand at the prow, facing the waves, forging ahead this most Gnostic of faiths, faced with dread enemies dragged from deep inside of me.... Facing these daimons inside...

Blinded is this Creature of Sight, contrarian: dissipate this just and worldly delight Burned through weathered hypocrisy Spite my face, try and forget it all Spite my face, denial: my instinct A Venis Stet! Bury my compassion, all Hating the existence of Soul The Enemy has deceived me, and he has taken control, he claimed it was Nobody, amidst all my arrestive thoughts Disturbing face of the Immortal Gods, who must be laughing in the distance, reveling in their cheap unsober fashion Deny it all welcome the flame Hating the confusion, branded eye of all Illusion, on the path of self delusion as you break under the loss Loss....Don't you ever...recount your lot... Kill the pain...with loss of thought... and of vision... but all for naught Brave in the face of my fear I will need to deny, the feelings loss wrought in my sight Contemplating self-disfiguration to flee into Night Fearful Cyclopean vow, the burial place under Shroud, in the Temple of Feeling Perception lies bleeding on the Altar of Slough A dearth of vision, in indecision, a raised unsightly cathartic incision, an inconsolable surgical curtail of that most Chaotic lone Orb in your Face Why must the Body be seen I denied it, why must the Soul have been seized and then divided. Then when the Folly would speak, break it and cleave this consolable feat, why must everybody be denied it? A moot derision, curtailing vision, a false elision in controlling abscission of leaves of heartfelt woe, when still the branches grow on the trees of the Garden of Eris... And so the Vagrant of the Seas, comes to the trees of Hesperides as Nyx embodies all the horrors he unsees as destinies of the abhorrent, yet grieves: Blinded Cyclops searching for Nobody And in the darkness does shine my self-defeat I'll leave the Garden, and to the Forest I'll go in self-deceit Wait... Why must the Body be seen I denied it, why must the Soul have been seized and then divided. Then when the folly would speak, break it and cleave this consolable feat, why must everybody be denied it? Blinded is this Creature of Sight contrarian: dissipate this just and worldly delight Burned through weathered hypocrisy Spite my face, try and forget it all Spite my face, denial: my instinct A Venis Stet! So I'm going to bury my compassion, all Spite my face, denial: my instinct Until the bargain made Bury my compassion, all Deny it all, welcome the flame Hating the confusion, branded eye of all Illusion, on the path of self delusion as you break under the loss Loss... Don't you ever... recount your lot Kill the pain.... with loss of thought... and of vision... but all for naught

Process through Wrath In Fury I strive Burgeoning repulsive Unbury all distaste in my new Sight. Corrupted mien Though never in vain, I feed my might With anger and pain Tainted Wine Of they who fall In battle In inane war I learned it in Lamos Of Wrath and Me Sentencing my Sailors To Rocks and the Sea Waiting till the Hull breach; in the face of never Hidden in this sole beach; in the Cove of Furor In the wake of my fleet facing Wrath of Laestrognians I'll partake of their Meat, this tasteless endeavour I try my teeth, on ruptured Oar Wrought Dentition ripping at the bodies of my Heart Indignation, raiding in their graves Acrimoniously I will reach out And taste their sorrowed Veins Drunk on Blood and anger's Wine Dragging out the body from the grave And spitting in his Eyes wide open Taste of the Furibund Wrought Dentition, taken from the body, ripped his Heart out A tasteless Meal devoured, of choler bewailing, of grief and sour sorrow left unscreaming The Might of The Furibund With their bodies broth feeding me the kiss of Lyssa This Quest to uncomplicate The Warriors close to me, twisted Melissa Feeding me the Honey of Rage This Rotten Meat All Lies

Wait, 'fore acquiescence is decided, now hear this Siren's Name No destiny derided, on this day Hold on deathly threshold fierce: finally not ready to go Fated or destined lifting the shroud waiting fearless for this avowal Of promise of Death's hand belayed Bargain for mercy, for help, to evade Fierce this destiny - ripping the shroud - a contract for the recently devoured Bodies of the Dead, waiting, their souls in the Psychopomp's cell Bleeding and festering, unhear their fear in silent screams, the Siren's hail Uncorporeal disdain, detested and derided will I pray "Please let them all return in an holistic state, I'll pay what you've demanded" Written in the Hall of Gods, in this red, bosom's-ink, in my folly unrealised, I have yet time to think Pleading, and crying, in vain. I haggle with non-corporeal disdain Last chance, to give it all a Name, to cast off this beach of moral gray Bodies of the Dead waiting, 'til now in the Psychopomp's cell Bleeding and festering, hear your fear in silent screams , the Siren's hail Waiting till completion of this bloody superstition of a Guide of Souls Hands crossed with gold in desperate vein, a seeking to see if Gods would uphold A Bargain to make Death's folly vain, to seek in the sea of knowledge a dole Of meaning My body yearning for solace, a returning to innocence So I can't hear the Sirens, obstruct my Ears When Body strives to unhear the screams, a little part of me dies Obstructed hearing, my grief stricken inside, and entreat an order to life Frivolous, blustering, I seek meaning inside of me A trade to abate this hurt And in confusion, of loose ends to tie, I'll attempt to prolong his life Deaf to the Psychopomp and her Epochal Lips Her Song of Grief and Pain I am wont to resist With bloody drive, I immure all my pain, a little part of me dies Yet with disheartening Caresses, she breaches the Walls, forcing me to confess this This Bargain's void, no release from the pain, and no way to avoid This impotent distress, as I refuse to acknowledge my lack of influence Fierce the Fire of Pain. I haggle with non-corporeal disdain Last chance, to give it all a Name, cast off this beach of moral gray Bodies of the Dead waiting, their souls in the Psychopomp's cell Bleeding and festering, unhear their fear in silent screams, the Siren's Hail Uncorporeal disdain, detested and derided, I pray "Please let them all return in an holistic state, I'll pay what you've demanded"

Waiting in a laborious, soul sucking scent of defeat My sole evinced control, I void myself of all that Once was to be Oizys' drudge, dark dulling of self deceit Your sole evinced control, avoid yourself in voids extolled Buried in this sated state of Slumber To never know the Agony again Fill my breath, take leave of myself on the dragon's tail Prophesied: undecided, scent of this trail divided Lose myself, in dreams and in phantasmagorical tales Lotophago, can you smell this scission Lotophago, can you smell this diversion, this spurious odor of shame Frightened insight: Wakened to this Odyssey, I seek to flee, to smother My fear for Penelope, my fear to see my scion Thoughts reeling, I seal them inside me, thoughts reeling, in agonies waves Thoughts reeling, my Fear is deciding what's needed is a dulling of pain I'm breathing in the cloud of this soul sucking retreat, My fear is disavowed, in opium's deceit I'll bear this Crown, of Lotus I will eat Forgetting the slaughter A resting place, a Forest with no leaves, Unfeeling, Bathed in Oizys' Night, and Crowned on the Throne of Loti Yearning to rip Achos' face asunder Never know the Agony again Fill my breath, take leave of myself on the dragon's tail Prophesied: undecided, scent of this trail divided Lose yourself, in dreams and in phantasmagorical tales Burning: wane! Never to spear me again, wailing and fearing, enclosing inside Waiting in Oizys' Abyss, waiting there for all time When will the body recede, dampening this perfume of Strife When will the memories subside... When will the body recede, pain and my fear set aside When will the memories subside... Wading into Other Seas, I seek to flee, to smother My fear for Penelope, my fear to see my scion Thoughts reeling, I seal them inside me, thoughts reeling, in agonies waves Thoughts revealing my fear has decided what's needed is a dulling of pain Billowing, draining Shroud, of Soul sucking poppy I breath this cloud, of Scent dulling deceit I flee from the slaughter A resting place, a Forest with no Leaves Body forgot, never to spear me again, wailing and fearing, enclosed on the inside Waiting in Oizys' Abyss, waiting there for all time When will the body recede, dampening this perfume of Strife When will the memories subside... When will the body recede, dampening this feeling of Strife When will the memory subside...

Waking from this sleep, my body washed through deep, ready and willing to satisfy my Yearning to retake, what once I had forsaken in willing to set aside my Strife Half drowned and desperate, olive branch as cloth Can't even touch the knee of Nausicaa Her compassion derided, obliviate the Cloud Completely and undecided that heaving Crown Sailing Home to beat Chimeras preying on my Son, Promise of solace, new journeys begun Embracing Pain, no fearing Death in Silent Waves Freed from my shame by Alcinous' Daughter Compassion my absolution Hear now: Robe in tattered state, beggar in my façade Loath to be seen and identified by Suitors that would prey'n, my love Penelope Willing to seize and to Mortify my Life Widowed to Wars and now to Crown, as my fury abates Why see the King that Drowned, When all of the suitors are balking and dragging you under Felt by Euryclia knelt down washing my feet never failed to recognize My scars and me inside the beggar's face recognized behind this rap of cloth Known only by touch she sent for my favourite hound, I am relieved at last Athena's courage fills me, waiting till completion of This Journey needed by my grief and loss Taking this Bow I will prove to that rabble now, and to my Queen I live and I stand devout, by the Axe-Head's Feel, and my Arrow's Clasp , a King that lives and seeks to reclaim at last I cast off the Robe of Fearing that I Feel upon the Sight, Of this Queen of Royal bearing as I Reach towards what might Just be solace from the Pain In Dark Morals I feel the Power of the Knowledge Of this Quest that I retain Wakened from this sleep, through Gnosis cleansed in deep And enduring acknowledgment of, Metastasis, a mourning incomplete The Odyssey of the survivor Went forth successfully, to Ithaca I learned to bend the knee to Nausicaa Innocence in me a Power My Insight level Release the Feast Devoured That Guilt bedeviled Facing on the Sea what I fought fleeing from the Sun Of Knowledge and Purity: a Journey begun Across the waves to seek and search what awful graves Where left in the wake of Tyrants' slaughter Widowed to War and now to Crown, as my journey abates Now see the King that Drowned, And all of the Daimons that're balking and dragging me under And in the silence they will rise The Path of Apathy, a twisted road Leading me back to what I despise And these feelings of self-hatred that Will come and will tear me asunder On Dark nights of Fullest Moon, Through the dark Windows of my chamber The journey I resume, Until naught's left but callousness, The true mantle of Tyrants

I've formed an opinion, and so hear my entreaty: I met a man, he had a plan, of wrath and acrimony When I met him it was strange, in the way my feet did walk On the path of hypocrisy For a minute I was stayed, then came to me my secret fall On the path to enlighten me Leaning close his head to me, he said clearly "Just bend the knee! Concede your fated succour. Warrior: Ne'er will you reclaim, what you lost if you delay So bend the knee!" Buried desire spews forth, to be a man again Released from shackles that the Gods in their ire wish I retain In this mire of conceit that aspires naught Capitulate, never to sate this hunger For life without pain nor the scent of the shame That rears its head in Loti's stead. The secret, the folly of wishfully thinking That horrors are worth linking To what in deed abides. These feelings are infringing On what is needed by The people of my Kingdom, My scion and my wife An Odyssey completed But a king sacrificed "Revealed unto thee, thy destiny rife With doubts, appearing uncertain All the people you'd sacrifice To not to lift the curtain And to thy son's disgrace Disparaged by thy peasants" This is what I've become A face of Momos' aspersions "So bend the knee, only then will you be free Free to take, and compensate for capture by Building a pyre to Burn up your morals who'd Obfuscate your freedom to make Adjustments to deal with reparations unless You kill these agents of stress These Vultures of your strife These pleas of devolution What you know deep inside So clear and yet just pretense The folly of a life Lived in just restitution In the shadow of the Knife Now heed these words of warning: If thou would continue on this path towards Phoebe You'll meet a man who has a plan of sloth and apathy When you meet him he will claim: 'Stay with me my little one On this path of delusion'" Leaning close my head to him, I said clearly "I'll bend the knee" "Fierce the fire, the pain, unraveled in just corporeal distrain Reach up to me in just complaint, I'll cut off these beseeching arms with a Myth's blade Kneel now in submission to this bloody-eared cognition Of this path of self remission wrought devoid a Guide of Souls Avoiding this corporeal crime" Never know of the despotic claim, of the tyranny The decrying claimant sought Thus falls a King of mind so just To folly bequeathed amidst the scenes of my mind's sour choleric feast Disruption claims my heart Corruption enters through my art With that capacity To turn my voyage into hearsay Abased I claim my crown Weighted in folly the crown Wading 'ward solace you lucidly drown Fate decreed that my reign be devoid of this Spurious and fallacious thing that we've destroyed to dismiss Weighted is the crown In fear I live that my greatest part did drown The Cyclops' Eye "Whatever you want, I will give it to thee, and I will submit to the Overriding Tyrants call" It's been calling since immemorial time Ready or not I must be willing to see the blood-faced Warrior-King That these islands' people sought And now conceding that the time Has come for grief and mourning to be cast-off in sanguine hued seas Wearing me down Atrocious waves Eroding my crown Of Gnostic faith Deep in the pyre of remorse lies a flame Curled in an ember of memory's halls that one day Will unfurl and blaze with the knowledge: In past pain can be found sanctuary Discarded morals End conceit Fury is wont to take leave of oneself Shift the blame Curing empathy's vain chimeric woes With past pain, a solace 'neath Acheron's waves These dark morals Sought in vain