A Wake in Providence - Pareidolia

The Fog
Pareidolia
Sacred dogmatic
Phenomenon
Cursed man with vision
They get
What they get
Constant state of dead empathy
Blessed
Mournfully
Maddened
I'll make the best of your damnation
And live in
This nightmare
Never allowed to leave or wake up
That's all the life I've come to know
Numb I've become
To this catastrophe
All to tragic these painful vivid visions
Of existence
Ruinous atrophy
Plaguing my preconceived perceptions
My sight is lost
In a black well of
Deep despair
Poisonous air
Drown me in my blood
So that I may see my disembodiment
Again
I need it
To prove she's alive
I see the demons
At the edge of this chasm
I plead
Please
Force my perspective
(Into liminal space)
Allow me to see
(The Purgatorial face)
Maybe the face that I see
Is just death calling me
From the garden
Pareidolia in the fog
Fearful visions rise
Reciting prayer for what feels like centuries
Do those deaf ears have empathy?
Or has ice cold vengeance overtaken their benevolence for me
I, Irreverent
To my life
Severing
The Connections
Of my recursive
Cycle of doom
Endless cycle of doom
I roam the profane gardens
Of unclaimed souls
Daemones in sedibus suis
Reges claves minorum
Praecipio Tibi
Profer atram flammam
Magni daemonis
The Infernal beast
Alive in the deep
Shall drown thee
The unbound body
Lamenting through
A cataclysmic truth
Where is the body
Of my Darling
Decay
Her screams were so deafening
Like she lived a life in my head
A perpetual death knell
Tolls through my hell
I'll make the best of your damnation
And live it for eternity
A nightmare I'll Never wake from
Consuming me
My disembodiment
I need to see it
To prove I'm alive
I see the demons
At the edge of this chasm I plead
Please force my perspective
Just let me see
Let me gaze upon reality
Maybe the face that I see
Is just death calling me
From the fog
Pareidolia
My eyes veiled by a dense black haze
Yet I can see her
Face in everything