Pulldrone

One, apathy
I am that I am, and I am nothing

Two, disruption
There goes a great shudder through the muscle
A shimmering of bells through the mist

Three, curiosity
One quick moment to crane the neck
I have always possessed the insatiable need to see what happens inside the room

Four, assimilation
Lo-wellspring of knowledge
Of feeling, of sensation, beauty, overwhelming
I will dislocate my jaw to fit it all in

Five, aggrandization
The pull, yes, the pull
Send down your cordage of suffocation and let me in

Six, delineation
I want to know what God knows, and I will be with him
Sent over the edge, I sigh, flush against the veil, I sing

Seven, perversion
It is no good bearing false witness, the sinner's errand
I am what I am, but we are not the same
It is no good speaking of fairness, the fool's errand

Eight, resentment
Are these laurels to be proud of?
Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live
Hate, hate

Nine, separation
I was an angel, though, plummeting
The stars are beams shining through the wheel
I am sure hell must be cold

Ten, degradation
Nature chews on me

Eleven, annihilation
This agony, such is the consequence of audience
I will claw my way back to the great dark and we will not speak of this place again

Twelve, desolation
Therein lies sacred geometry of onanism
Of ouroboros, of punishment
I am that I was as I no longer am, for I am nothing
Amen