Ego Sum Omega

The fathoms of truth are where darkness is deep
 And triumphant over ideal and intellect
 Mesmerizing, paralyzing spirals of fear
 They become relief, spirit, and belief
 Skulls ascend high heaven's eye
 Death will receive, drowning pride in grief,
 Birth will come and tears will dry
 Rather hear the ones carrying hearts of no light
 For but insects feed on stigmata
 They did fall in reverse
 And speak their truth in secrecy, with whispered voices, thousandfold
 As willfully blindfolded eyes might give weight to the paradox
 Some would do well contemplating
 The faceless and shapeless state of equilibrium
 Learn, while skin dissolves,
 To deliberate upon the thrice-lettered word
 For that which shelters, adulterates, revolves in
 Circles like moths to the flame
 To perpetuate the waters transpicuous and shallow
 So no one and nothing could ever drown in such constrictive seas
 Insignificance becomes breathable
 Even when perceived as an ocean,
 For unconscious focus persists
 Until the I becomes a sunken city,
 Ruins hidden in the cold vast dark
 It is through the gaze of the eye,
 That a face loses substance,
 Becomes stripped of all expression
 Until there is nothing left to hold
 On to, maintaining but bones and spirit,
 Thus essence is cleared of all false constructs,
 And towers of radiant unidentity emerge
 From underneath the cloudy surface to unfold in splendour
 And on top there is a crown enthroned,
 Made out of the remains of one million destroyed personas
 Forming omega