Sullen and blind, wasting
Away in the belly of a concrete hive,
Thoughts metastasizing to give meaning
to the rotten filth churned out in pieces
A blind husk descends,
From all expectations exempt,
No way to take this in stride
Fragments scattered on a turnpike
And the endless question why
Dissolves into a sigh,
The deathless howl fed your thoughts to the void
The parasite that slowly dies,
The meaning of your life,
In every step a death by a thousand cuts.
Your skin Bleeds splinters tired and rough (now) 2x
(Slumber is all that’s left in the wake, the inevitable fall.
The tale of moths and the flame,
The light never touches this soil.) 2x
Sucking the marrow you mustered alone,
Only content When your flesh turned to
bone.
Never meant for greatness
Apathy is sacred
Black hearts with holes in all the wrong places
Never took notice of what it all means
An endless cycle of ever more dull dreams
Laugh at the prospect of death while you live
Parasitic matter all encompassing
Laughing at your hubris,
Your misplaced dirge.
And the endless question why
Dissolves into a sigh,
The deathless howl fed your thoughts to the void
You’ll hear from me again,
I’ll be in every step never taken. 4x
Slumber is all that’s left in the wake,
The inevitable fall,
The tale of moths and the flame
The light never touches this soil.
Hopes of ending a cycle bereft of all liveliness.
Quivering and convulsing in the death throes of desire.
The thing I never want to see again this pallid face,
Yours and mine.
Living in this world is like feeding a tapeworm.
Eggs hatching in the ruins of grace.
Living in this world is like feeding a fucking tapeworm.
Pointless.