Labyrinth of Synapses

This is glory
O what a senseless murder of our sun
Love
Time
Relentless slaughter of our sons
Blood
Flies
I've made this madness my own
Heat death of eternity
My heart is singing
Against them
Chorus of fragile
Lungs engorged
And bloated
Intricate systems of organs
Seize and malfunction
A growing chora of destruction
Compose in my wake
Sift through the stars
Weaving through stellar winds
And nebula endlessly
Upheave
Myself from the gorge
Unending maw
That gnaws at hands of time
One grave
All of humanity
In the stress when the back of your head throbs
In the sense of unease that you feel in the pit of your stomach
That all of your effort is null
That's where I make my home
And though it may subside for now
You can't escape my sight
Your wanderings, a constant source
For my enjoyment
I, the manta that swallows the ether
The mountain that stands in the sea
The gaping trench
In a jet black void
Into the Mouth of the Colossus again
And now
Limping on what little that
Your species has to give
I find it laughable
Despicable to listen to the musings
Of the dead
The hubris of your notions
And their grandeur crumble
Arrogant defamatory creatures
Bound to meat and bone
And Rampant with anxiety
And truly terrified to be alone
That understand the depth
But not the vastness drown
This is the the circle of life
The human paradigm
One by one the cycle ends and begins anew
Consciousness forever changed
Through the morphing of years
Embrace perfection
Without example
And made to walk a line continually
The nectar of trauma
So sweet on my tongue
A world without song
Has come to rise
As to what lies ahead
Labyrinth of synapses
Fire indiscriminately
Til the cellular destruction
Of the amygdala region
Capsize
The memory
It falls to ruin
'Neath my eyes
Such constitution subsides in time
Terror
Bring such an astounding terror
The dream of a slumbering god
That fills such wanton needs
The hunger that won't cease
To find a meaning to the madness