Diseased, the inner sanctum dies Rhapsodized, before your sightless eyes Demise, Tartarus in disguise Your words, all but stigmatized
Like a body without soul and a sacrifice of faith The desire to be flesh, yet forced to abdicate Pain - myopic empire
Shelter to a venal mind Subsistence within your own decline You betrayed me to my face Though professing to seek the truth Nowhere near a fleshless decay Your relinquished purity of youth
And in all incessant bitterness A lack of comprehension Intoxicated by my suffering Thou shalt suffer, too
