Sickly Sweet Aroma Lyrics

In my Chamber of Solitude, where Shadows court the Light

I dwell, a captive of ailments, in perpetual night

A tempest of maladies, each a fierce contender

Yet in this quietude, I discover through my Spirit ever so tender

The warm embrace of my Emanation of the Lady, to thee, I surrender!

Chronicled in pain, etched deep within my bones

A litany of fractures, a symphony of moans

But beneath this veneer of suffering and despair

Lies an untapped reservoir of strength, a fortitude rare!

Sunlight, once a friend, now a fierce adversary

My flesh rebels, my eyes protest, in this shady sanctuary

Yeah, the lines in my pores crack and bleed

A feast of inflammation from head to toe, a relentless siege

Yet within this battered frame, I find a silent reprieve

Gastroparesis taunts with its cruel, withholding grasp

Each meal a battleground, each breath a laboured rasp

Autoimmune warfare, an internal insurrection

A body in revolt, seeking the elusive Divine's protection

No, not just from decay, but from my bullies' constant transgression

Seized by seizures, a body contorted in spasmodic dance

A cruel mimicry of this difficult life's unpredictably cruel chance

Veins coursing with rebellion, blood pressure's erratic rise and fall

The Shadowstrider's anaemic heart beats defiantly, through it all

Syncope's sudden shroud, a descent into the Dark Profound

A momentary escape from the relentless agonies that abound

For my palette of pain is so developed, I can tell you precisely

Where Lord Vachtu can be found!

And then the true anguish begins as the Red Dream Door is crossed

Sevenfold trumpets of Luminaric war sound

And the War of Self fought betwixt the Light Armies of Zechariel and Nahomielle

Against the True-Dark of the Enanna Dark Lords' hounds

Hand in hand with Misery, my Soul's lifelong Ship of Truth's first mate

We dive straight into Hades, that the excruciating hours might abate!

O in this brutal Ka phase, I shall never find my rest!

Awake in both the Waking Realm and my world's daydreams

Awake in the Sleeping Kingdom alive with the warfare

Of this broken vessel's Waking Realm's unfulfilled dreams

Joints, unfaithful in their allegiance, dislocate with ease

A marionette of autism arms so long and thin

As an elegant madam of Marfan's

Yet I'm not so beautiful, my body eats itself

Distrustful even of beneficial bacteria

And I am ever seeking the moment

A cataclysm of bone and flesh, Nahomielle's salvation in vehicular calamity

Broke and battered, my limping gait and fused joints a testament to human fragility

Yet within these broken confines, a Soul resiliently sings

A melody of survival, on fractured yet unyielding wings

Specialists retreat, daunted by the labyrinthine maze of diagnoses

A compendium affliction, yeah, a life set ablaze beyond mere neuroses

Yet within this desert heated by Hathor's ruthless rays

A reborn scarab dared to rise, and thusly, I have deftly arose

From the ashes of despair, a new sun amongst men comes forth

With Re by day, right under the False Prophet's hairy nose!

For within this Vessel of pestilence, AuDHD made from cola

And caffeine addicts, the vibrant psyche of the prodigy humbly dwells

A tapestry of righteous thoughts and subsequent prophetic dreams

Where the Holy Spirit of Profundity swells

A dialogue 'twixt sickness and Soul, a discourse of the White Light and Shadow

In the Crucible of Illness, a character is forged, gaslights doused, Truth set aglow

In the quiet after and before the Storm, where syncope's hold is oft tight

A prelude to battles fought beyond the Veil of Nephythysara's Night

A descent into Darkness Profound, where Shadows play and dance

A momentary escape from the relentless physical pain that takes its chance

Yet within this Abyss, where White Light seems to dim in minds of the Dim

The Red Dream Door swings open for this one, on a hinge grave and grim

Trumpets of the War of Divines resound, a clarion call to arms

As I traverse these wicked dreamscapes, alarmed by their seductive charms

Here, the War of Self unfolds, a saga of Light and Shade

Where the armies of Zechariel and Nahomielle in celestial armour are arrayed!