Creator of morbid lovely lies

Is pleased by my fervor to worship

In  porous crumbling temple

Scabbed knees pay for altered dreams

Trusted apparitions verging on betrayal

Real world refuses to be ignored

Beloved altered specter is dying quickly

Blood tears roll down strange faces

Is this the ending of treasured darkness

Lacking surefootedness in this dimension

Greater oddities may or may not arise

True living creatures plead the obvious

The pill ingestion of a placid flat world