What I feel abides inside a stone well...

What I feel abides inside a stone well

One I can not reach as the heathens screech

Speaking of the most evil things that rest inside of me


I used to be

Just fine with uncertainty

But now I am broken

Looking for a sign of emotion

In my own lousy reflection


I used to be Hermes

Flying beyond the reach

Of simple things that left me weak

But now I am nothing

But an empty bowl in a dark closet

With nothing but carcasses enveloping peace


I am full of the blackest matter

Looking for the bright side

And what exactly matters besides lies

But there is nothing but screaming

As I try to see

What the seer believes is freedom