Zy Nettesheim

Death is the simplest of plans; I'll never scream your name again.

Ruin Value by Zy Nettesheim

Images of eternity, shadows of the divine perfection; Lovely as some frail god, coming up out of the depths of sky and sea, Separated from the elements.

All time, No space; I see through throbbing vertigo into my festering stigmata, I know where our old dreams go to die.

His soul tasted the unchastity and fury of decay, Blaming himself for the good done until the word became flesh.

Piercing the darkness of living forms, But not without enlightenment.

Was thine heart wrung with longing? On you too then did this sweet distress fall.

Out of darkness dawns a light, A king in golden glory, Like some strange new sun.

Yearnings crystallized.

Outside of time in a deeply peaceful way.