Shrines of Apathy

Shrines are a stillborn faith
 for insecurity to drown into.
 And along this hollow path towards them,
 the hollow ones seek on.
 And all it can find it consumes.
 Somewhere along its lonesome
 journey towards the end,
 it thinks and tries to grasp for a meaning.
 But in the end, that what he consumed,
 consumes him too. And to the big hollow he returns.
 Shifting through concrete
 In passive sway
 Guideless compulsion
 to de-celebrate
 The pulse of god
 by Morgues engaged
 The stubborn sense
 of dreams and faith
 Wide open caskets
 In the white of day
 This Day of laughter
 This Day of fate
 Mordred silhouettes
 Hallelujah Hallucinate
 ...Nocturnalized
 In Foreverness engraved
 "He who lives in the desert and
 finds himself alone in strength by
 absence of what's above or below him,
 he shall be risen to immaculate heights,
 and he shall dance with devil's
 at the table of undying
 truth and be taught; nothing!
 For nothing fills the will with existence,
 and existence knows that knowledge shall perish.
 For as it once came, it forever shall leave us,
 again and again and again..."
 Shrines of apathy
 Magnetic graves
 Inactive but thorough
 Triumph of age
 But ageless as the stars,
 will there bloom a lucid state?
 Will the soulless be freed
 from hunger, before we obliterate?
 Force-feed me with dormancy
 I need a ghost of death in me
 Don't wake me up I need to leave
 The white of day it shines through me
 No reflection, no compassion
 No tomorrow's satisfaction
 Fill my shrine of apathy
 And lay my bones to rest in thee
 "...For nothing fills the will with existence,
 and existence knows that knowledge shall perish.
 For as it once came, it forever shall leave us,
 again and again and again..."