Into a topography of a demon features
Company proceeds
Heatseeking peace
Ever deeper into the folds and creases of an uncanny valley
Tyres begin to spin across greasy neoprene skin
Failing to find function amongst a meaningless tundra
Razed to create space for nothing
We reach the temple's entrance, somewhere behind the eyes
The loot has all been plundered and we are confronted by
The irascible gnashing of teeth
Cacophonies scream wide into the pearly-white void
Failed flights of fancy
A weak and rancid breeze
Are all the exhausted airways can muster
Now our bearings are slipping
Compass loses its grip
There are no laughter lines
This is formaldehyde time
A rictus vision of success
Into the trees teaming with Satan's creatures
Company retreats
Safety with the beasts
