Distraction I

One of three if I'm lucky, one of two more like What a waste to be dwelling In the light's demise tonight This was never a problem, no reason it's appeared No tangible conclusion, at least not one that's clear And yet I cannot fully grasp in its wondrous breadth That which I'm afraid to lose That for which I've wept Counting everything aimlessly, count it all again Everything eludes me, yet concerns me more All is more unknowable than I've ever known before Constantly the providing sun feeds me life Yet I cannot notice as I'm tracking its path in the sky Terror has come to stay Look away Dare you expand into all Downfall

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 12, 2025