Inside watching the core

Of whatever we had left of our lives

The multiplications divideWe drink to quench the thirst to come

With the bones that we left

The trap was sprung

Blind, ancient and malevolent

Cosmos divides

The truth is we never ever had truth in sight

We spat on this purpose

We ate of whatever was left

The chasm beneath us will open

And swallow the rest

Me, the broken cog

You seem to not have understood

Knives out

Strings set in motion

You act like you′re surprised

Pre-emptive strike

Ruin

Chaos

Focus

Whispers, murmurs, voices, voices

Whispers, purpose, voices, murmurs

Whispers, murmurs, voices, voices

Whispers, murmurs, voices, purpose