Spiritual Asphyxiation - Soijl

Abominable imagery floating above me

Visions of the dreadful never seen

My inner sanctum dies and grins in glee

I dearly refuse to follow maxims

therefore I’ve placed my body in isolation

Departed from all I’ve ever known

I cut the bond between nemesis and relation

A snowfall in this mental winterland

So hungry this blizzard must be

I cannot fathom that which covers me

A mental ledge on fire

A maze of barriers

Close to the outmost edge

stands my gallery of embarrassing characters

The stars are written in misery

as they so profoundly spell the word forlorn

They are my comfort and destiny

Pierced by reality my lifeline ripped and torn

My mental recluse and isolation

is whatever little hope that still remains

Spiritual fixed asphyxiation

A chokehold conjoined with inner chains

In my heart the summer has died

There will be no more vitality

I am the tundra, I am forever winter

I remember when there was a warmth

Mental meadows of mirth and innovation

but now my soul has shed it’s leaves

Utterly stripped of my dignity

left in spiritual asphyxiation

I slowly balance upon this ledge

as the dancing flames of devastation licks my soul

So close to falling, close to the edge

The perplexing sense of loosing self-control

As I go down into the unknown

there’s a multitude of characters I liberate

King and deceiver, thief and crone

they’re a part of me and what my psyche generate

Winter keeps calling, beckoning me

An ageless eternal, cold and dark December

Memories drying out from my corpus

Characters cling to death, yet still dares to remember

My vision’s fading with mind and time

In the end my body withers down and dies

A mental breakdown in polar clime

No more characters alive as I have lost all allies

The fire’s burning in every vein

as I write these memoirs in total desperation

Into remembrance, yet all in vain

as there’s no escape from spiritual asphyxiation