You've voiced your pleas, you've made your needs known
To add your relations to the tapestry I've sewn

To touch cranial tissue, to breathe, to fully redefine
The gaping in their consciousness, the ravine in their mind
To drown out the inhibiting noise in their memory
To instill a sense of sunlight in their sensory

Welcome to the Laboratory, housed in the City of the Atavians
You are monitored night and day, documenting your circadians
The measures I enact will augment a positive evolution
I'll breathe in your problems, I'll exhale your solutions

Vision, if you will, an austere figure of shadow and glass
A skeleton of brimstone, footsteps that ignite grass
Clad in garments of clockwork, psychology and illusionry
Eschewing tinctures and poultices to set your brain free

He instantly materializes, our subject is taken by surprise
"Your family's ill, they've lost their will, this I do surmise
Life is an ill thing, sometimes life might kill things
But for a small fee I can see you through another sunrise."

"This is my mother, Doctor, fix her, make her better, you must!"
He examined his next patient, face fixed with orange-eyed lust
Their mother groaned in bed, clad in a sickly yellow gown
"What would you do to live?" he whispered
Night fell upon the town

Any easy solution to life comes with a hidden fee
Consider the ramifications, the worst could cost your mortality
I'm sinister at best, I possess unstable mental states
My knight, press no further, lest you meet an identical fate


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Haernos, in the year 206 MA.