Pronounced Fertilized Eruption

Something wicked, lurks in the shadows, something twisted, is shaping its hate, something blackened, is what's become of its heart, something evil, is on its tongue, something dark, is taking over me, something final, is about to start.

This Perfect Machine Is Killing Me

Blades of glass, piercing skin, tearing open, the blood within, escaping, flowing, draining from its source, which pumps repeatedly, without remorse, this perfect machine,  this body of mine, killing me slowly, its only a matter of time.

Reflux Of The Decay

Whisperings, words written in blood, broken, spirits above, decaying, rotting pieces of flesh, endings, beginning their dance, slowly building, towards its crescendo, can you feel it? As it thrusts harder against the wall, trying to break through, trying to kill, us all.

Bury Me Deep

A silent moment, bathed in darkness, starving my senses, draining me, killing me, bury me deep, encase me in dirt, making into nothing, let me be free.

Nightmares Wide Awake

Wishful thinking, dreams floating through the air, flying through the skies, no prayers, no cares, but dreams end, or become nightmares, what is this? A nightmare? A dream? Or just my reality? my reality of me.