Eyes Inside

On the third hour of the crimson moon
Thoughts broke through the temple of my skull
Writhing in the air like parasitic worms
Taking new forms as pictures and colors

Is the body able to follow the soul
Running inside solid matter
Are my bones able to withstand the pressure
When I'm swimming below oceans' floors

From the bloodied crescent descended an old crow
And with a faint voice it whispered into my ear

"Inside the heart of darkness remains
A spider web-like maze of a dead god
And in its core lies the ninth sight
Where now must your dreams reside"

At the break of the blazing dawn
I devoured eleven arteries and their rotting blood

Now my body is able to run in substances
To follow the wandering soul
Now my bones won't shatter
Under the weight of waters

On the steps to the mass graves of worlds
I saw the space to tear itself apart
And in the blistering light of Celestial Eye
I was blessed with the absence of rationality