It's all this reeking ego craves

The sun to never set

Why do threads of anger never linger?

Why does the ember turn to stone?

To where the longing goes

In with the sins of old

A face of nothing, to never see

As blind as free

Everything I want

Is in at the end of this

Everything I need

Will be at the end of me

My negation

How will you know my name

And sense the danger coming?

My negation

How can you see my face?

What's to become of me?

The art of reduction

Stripped down through

What seems defendable

Scaled to bare revisions

To stop making sense

Leveling pillars of towering fear

Rational instincts

And insight to spare

End of falseness, end of grace

Everything I fear

Is in this failing

Nothing of what I am

Is in this end

My negation

How will you know my name

And sense the danger coming?

My negation

How can you see my face?

What's to become of me?

How will you know my name?