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Acidic Secretion
04:09
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Trapped in a well of cruelty, a cesspit of hate
I stare into the ice, as blood congeals
In this polar abyss
For eons I dreamed in hibernation, of a soft lit void
But those piss washed eyes were none receding
Sustained by my misery
His grip tightens on tetanus blades
A fitting absolution
Now promise me an end to the monotony of hope and cowards delusion
With the torniquet I snuff the quietude we shared but the omen seeps through
´They´ll pine not for you, nor recall, your worth, or existence´
The cavity where I dwelled
A tumour now excised
An amoral entity
For parasitic life
Yet how could I leave?
That web of indolence
Acidic Secretion fed
My compulsion for disease
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Pilgrims of Morbidity
05:20
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Mummified, skin girdle of leather
Suffocated, festering remnants expelled
Stupefied, in infinite suspension
Your countenance pleads, but I cannot liberate
Nyctinastic wreaths bloomed among the metamorphic stench
As your brittle soul haemorrhaged into a saline drip
In a final lucidity your apathy found host in me
`How could you leave me here, when you believe him not divine?´
A black shroud embalms, stripping the enamel from peace
That death mask you wore as we lowered you into the grave,
Traverses my every dream, yet still I cry out your name
Is this the one I waited for? Whom the years condemned to misery?
From the spheres of immortals to the depths below,
I will honour you here, among dysentery and mould
Traversing still, this chasm as cold as night
Sanguineous stars girt the psychrophilic sky
Enshrined silence emaciated memory
In your wake they saunter
The Pilgrims of Morbidity
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Unmoored
04:10
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Steeled forms manifest
In the dreadful hours
A malicious artifice
Beckons its own
The chants echo in the subconscious moor of dreams, but it’s senseless, a mimic without space, and time
In summers rain with his back turned, he claws the earth
In him you found, your muted god, divulge and summit
A remedy to the fever of a life denied
Yet still it burns, that prophesy, of my shameful demise
I must claim this end as my own, stone by stone
The tomb opens, heaven beckons, I am immured
Within limestone jaws, condemned forever to writhe
Among soot of bones, amidst derelict antiquity
Old chills boil maiming will, delivering me to a necrotic bliss
His dead eyed ignorance sculptured marrow, to mirror his deformity.
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