Fragments of an Abstract Persona

Droning Vocal Fry Best described The ritual chanting this night From my inner soul The Fragment of my persona One of many fragments Each their own being of sentience Awakening from its own somnolence Morpheus slain led away my pain But only briefly, and in midnight rain The thunder roared as I stared into the window Blood freed began to phospheresce and glow I heard the howling wind cry out to Baphomet As I smelled the incense of black candle lit Every one of my inner beings talking to me No clear path to take out of my insanity Such is the way of the Fragments Of an abstract Persona awakened