...

the grasp strengthens,
every day,
it's chaos at my wrist,
there is also life,
on the other side,
order awaits patiently,
with death,

as they grow strong,
find purchase, (on)
my grasp of reality, (or)
weakening,
no one can tell,
if they lead me,
or i them,

'tis a secret yet,
where this will lead,
to raptures, or
the grave,
one truth remains,
however,
the journey has begun.