shadowed by disgust
cursed to walk among this dwelling of interment
my eyes to see the marks of mortality
the feeding ground of the weak
dancing for the scum that you are given
crawling to the knees of heedless belief
upholding the deed of failure
proceeding on the ash of mistakes
with my hands clenched deeper around your neck
a sigh of relief comes over me
deaf to your screams
an object of hate
falling deeper into dementia
our heads held so high
parasites
infesting in the cracks of our condition
with delusions of meaning and integrity
this flesh is the impending of my defeat
i will be released
cold stares of the dead
slowly, i awake |
