Marker
Storm, through stannic corridors,
Blood shimmers everywhere around me.
Am I a god fearing man?
Yes, but it's hell that terrifies me.
Let me live, I'm the only one who's left, I'm the only one who envisions the Marker.
Let me live, I'm the only one who's left.
This must be a walking,
and fully realized dream of atrophy.
My senses paint the picture.
Of machines, and wire, and the bitterness of copper.
Set me free.
I'll recover the relic. I'll become your fucking relic.
I've uncovered your relic.