The Origins of Disturbed Reflections

Open your weary eyes
Two burning sapphire rings
Melt through my flesh
See through my shadow
Beyond the broken reflections
In black obsidian
The laughing figures
Of angular and distorted men

I burn away and collapse to cinders
The dust of aeons weighs heavy in the silent air
A silence that lasts forever
Reverberating between this stellar vacuum

I am nothing...
My life is death...
I am my own oblivion...
I am infinity...
I am forever...
I am the end of all things...

In the chamber of disturbed reflections
Of chaos, my origin, unravelled to nothingess once more...