A Sorrow-Filled Moon

I'm condemned to eternally stagger Through a gold-colored winter Alive were the icebound winds Yawning with a grotesque whimper This harrowing cold is the single fiber That tethers a conviction of reality Blood once warm now runs bleak As I reel from a disturbing lapse of gravity Souls stray to this infernal place Feeding on the sorrow-filled moon as its reflection Implants light within the flesh I must unwillingly embrace It wept to me in metallic tongues Uttering abandoned and occult languages Yet, I still understood For I inhaled its thoughts as godlike pathogens Souls stray to this infernal place Feeding on the sorrow-filled moon as its reflection Implants light within the flesh I must unwillingly embrace After examining my being, it spoke "Look not into the colorless eyes For the night spirits have breached their skin And are riding their minds" But I've peered into the forbidden chasm The moon's own pineal eye Forcing my retinas to swivel back Into my skull as the world halts to a grind My soul dislodged and ejected Sanity curdled like blood And dissolved by design My soul dislodged and ejected Sanity curdled like blood And dissolved by design