Quickening - Esoteric

Hallucinations enter the shadows…

Losing the mind

On this path to oblivion

So much time lost in chaos

As I descend

Succumbed to the unfathomable

Abandoned beyond all control

Skulking, scraping, the barren wastes…

Formless predator of the minds' domain

And as its presence draws near I sense it

Knowing within its pull I can be forever lost

A part of me

I have become