Rune Ov Madness Poem by Chris Noir

A rusty blade tears the skin
as i carve the rune if madness
No escape from jaws of void,
as the vision slowly blackens.

Shapes of life all lost the form
as i climb the peak of fire
storms of salt and smoke arise
while i fall to gaping darkness

names of gods on cavern walls
lye dead dry scorned and forgotten
those who lost themselves at night
Through my eyes fall to the rotten

As the rune burns in my skin
i can feel blood slowly cooling
breath gets lost in dreams of sun,
is this life all that we get to Feel.

All that we were
or will ever be
Was long before the time
Was long before what we are.

We are all forgotten
dust is all that remains.