To Lye In Waite
R. Kavjian
A presence is felt
Homophonic frequencies begin to merge
Your weight on my chest
In guarded sleep, you found an aperture
Negativity reflects
Sephira twisted, inflicted upon my being
Wake me up now
The numbness comes, I can feel it feed
Qliphoth wrest my energy away
Hold me down, take my fear as your strength
I focus on the night wind’s serenade
And my wide eyes can’t see the shape you take