Echos of Obscurity

Superstition
Ambition
Falsification
Irritability of nothing, perhaps that's something?

Submerged,
Undeterred by the constant ringing,
Look around, what do you see?
Damnation through inhalation,
A sense of relegation,
Ah...what a revelation.

Synchronization isn't an effective use of my time.
Stalling,
Crawling,
Calling, Me.

In the cold winters of yesteryear,
I find a skull of indifference,
Bright-eyed, looking at the sky,
Wishing for it to light up...