“Clymenus”

“Clymenus”

Springing eagerly into a frenzied and inadequate state, witnessing only the shrieking sound of time disappearing. Grappling and jabbering at the thought of being forever alone in a complete nonsensical headspace, only to greet the dark gloom of the fast approaching tide. Out of control- living on borrowed time, no intentions of reimbursing.

Dwarf your constant slander, conjuring mortality of the soul. The hour of little faith has arrived amongst us. Gnawed by the animals you are, good luck to your urgency- you doomed individual. Speak of such divination, yet only time will tell.

Understated romance relinquishes, voluntarily cease to be kept, leaving the forgotten awe- wonder but less joyace. Confused accounts of malicious emotional attack, search for yourself- by yourself.

Ignorance and greed stemmed from a lost psyche, the innermost self led to run a-muck. Sunless regions buried deep beneath the earths core is the next port-of-call. Hades shall attend to you there. His third of the cosmos is where you belong. Little in the way of a following. Persephone round ii, back to the land of the living but only to return to the dark creatures realm, eventually. Hands are tied now!

In truth, it is never peaceful- staring blindly at the sun. no blood on the floor, no explanation necessary.

In memory of the Elysium fields, the final resting place of the souls of the heroic and virtuous. The middle of the road is only popular when nothing else is going on. Find ones own path. Mortals relating to the gods- a fearsome figure to those still leading a conscious life as we know it; in no hurry to meet him.