my negation

it's all this reeking ego

craves the sun to never set

why do threads of anger never linger

why does the ember turn to stone?

to where the longing goes in

with the sins of old

a face of nothing

to never see as blind as free

everything i want is in the end of this

everything i need will be the end of me

my negation

how will you know my name

and sense the danger coming?

my negation

how can you see my face?

what's to become of me?

oh

the art of reduction

stripped down through what seems defendable

scaled to bare revisions

to stop making sense

leveling pillars of towering fear

rational instincts and insight to spare

end of falseness

end of grace

everything i fear is in this failing

nothing of what i am is in this end

my negation

how will you know my name

and sense the danger coming?

my negation

how can you see my face?

what's to become of me?

will you know my name?