Isolation - Poema Arcanus

Isolating myself, from a thousand lies

From all those empty plights, avoid all that hurts

No contact with external, entombed in my mind

Coldness surrounds me, like a womb of thorns

Like a shivering stone

Covered by a shivering hand

A pale, static face, behind a misty glass

Denying the ritual, erasing all codes

Cast away from this, a world which I will leave

Just longing for the call of my bitter god

Silently, Tacitly, in an endless row

Ageless images, call you by an unknown name

Endlessly in the hollow age, always to lie outside

So it was written, so I will suffer