MoNoLith - The Opium Eater

Full night sky, endless twilight, broken by the winter winds
Running chills, a cold that pierces temples
Eyes return to the room, dark emptiness in bloom
My paintings, no longer visible upon the wall
Black drink in hand, opium infused ecstasy
I need to forget this place, my years in isolation begin to haunt me
As does this old crooked monolith of debauchery

The liquid now taking hold, my sight begins to bare the aura
A gaze meets mine, that of the goat man within the painting upon the wall
The eyes are alive, slowly turning to point at the rooms corner
Now lifeless, frozen again in this pose

I look where the two walls meet, a light appears and is inverted
Filtering dark haze in the moonlight.