Nihilist

I can hear the cracks of the fire

Soft candles flickering within a ligneous home

The fallen shed behind me

As the corpses of a hundred foxes

Watch me follow the deceiving aroma

Of malevolent glims

The snaps of branches below my feet

Sending souls of undone ends

Spiraling to restore stars

Crossing the line taped under shards

Passing the nails beat into windows

The light of morality boarded out

Walking where the walls grow wider

Every step a scream

The fate of the world

Dividing under my soles

Paint of crimson

Marked in patterns

Across the room

Polishing into the stone

Pictures of a female child

Layered over one another

A blanket of memories

Laid under heated winds

Colors drained by the revenant

Spreading a message to tilt the weight

Of the celestial scale

I will force the meteors

The void bent at my will

The stars swarming as fireflies

Orbiting my static throne

The constellations knelt

In thrall to my anthems

My blood, the ink

Painting a dreary aurora

To blind the divine

The cosmos, my forest

My crown