Phantom Quasar: Spires of Human Candles

Deathless offspring
Pluck each hair out my grave
Fathomless sprawls the mother of suicide
A shiver tandem to disinter her ravish despair

Murmurs of necrolust
Propel an august elation
Piercing the naked cage
Of menacing vastness
Pour the auras of bile to refract
Sepulchres of light
From calloused suns
(Diadems)

Phantom Quasar, in spires of human candles
Flesh out my desolation in oceans of wax
I want nothing to be with anything I do
Phantom Quasar

The hue of self-harm
Inspired to kinetic nothingness
Haunting devils upon dеvils made manifest
In perpеtual presence of entropy
Repel me from undeath