Izthmi - The Arrows Of Our Ways (2020)

I cast my faith,
Beneath the veil
For what is lost,
Is locked away

We can’t escape the teeth of seasons
Much like the flowers chased from bloom.
I’ve seen them pierce the vein of reason.
I’ve watched them steal away from you.

The path we often walk,
A fickle one.
With intention unclear,
Our presence is numb.

The thrum of this listless world,
Palls the spires of our self-control.

This blind naivety

I blame sightless hands,
For why I don’t understand
I blame sightless hands,
For why I don’t understand

No peace in swallowing these years
To traipse alone, the heart thronged sphere

Time renders me
A handle without a door
A wrist without an arm
Starkly bound and absent

Lush is my health,
Forever blooming over senile decay
Yet ignominious is my vessel,
A feast for transient eyes

What they seek from me, they call a gift
Yet they don't see my hole
Further down I shall sift
This gated isthmus in perpetuum

My fears
Seizing my fate
Turning the world
Unto me
My fears
Changing the walls
Turning the world
Unto Me