Carcosa Weeps

Obsession wakes… Fear whispers… Paranoia stirs… Dreams bleed... I enter where your mind is frayed, Where sleep dissolves, where light decays. Every doubt, every hidden sin, I watch, I wait, I slip within. I am the Hollow, the void in your skin, The shadow that moves all that you have been. Your gods are done, my Carcosa weeps, A symphony of souls that never sleeps. Every thought you claim as yours, Every step through open doors, I twist, I bind, I reshape the will, I feed on the quiet, the restless, the still. The King, The Mark, The String… Names I wear, and yet are none… Each mask a path into the undone. I am the Mark, I leave the trace unseen, The subtle hand behind all you deem. Your gods are done, my Carcosa weeps, I move through the gaps where your fear sleeps. Between thought and deed… Between will and flesh… I slip, I spread, I draw the mesh… Every dream a doorway, every doubt a key, I am all that you were meant to be. And every life a role, performed for me. The String I pull through fate’s fragile thread, The paths you take are ones I die-RECT. When all light fades, when all truth is undone, I am there…the Unspeakable One. I am the King, I am the Silence, I am the void you fear, Their bodies move… but their minds are clear to me. Your gods are done, my Carcosa weeps, The grand design you'll join eternally. Obsession wakes… Fear whispers… Paranoia stirs… Dreams bleed… And the play goes on… Always…