Klala

Patterns and molds
Structures unfold
Blindly subjected
Enslaved by a scroll
Fogged by glut
Lost at sea
Oh, Blurry vision of a harbor
Deluding me

They come in rows
Twos, eights and fours
Raiding
Puppets and ghouls

A spell is bound
In lost and found
Locked
One with the ground

Numerical hell
The curse will tell
What exists
In troubled wells

Chaos appears
When it unfits
Rending
Primeval seams

They took me captive for a crime I didn't commit
I looked at the scroll, and it burnt and turned into flames of deceit
Empty gestures as a symbol of defeat
Ancient rituals crumble
Exposing pests
Lying beneath

Nowhere to run
(Cornered and bent)
No shelter
no rest
The curse fulfills my hope
(The curse is in everything)
A mountain's weight
Laid on my ribcage.