Descend The Lifeless Womb

I saw the world descend beneath a black pall breathing,

seething

The unanimated now alive in murky, abstract horror

Upon the casket, lying in ruin upon its side

The writhing abyss obscene in the burning lamp's

ghostly light

Stretching into infinity; the open lid reveals a view

into the depths of internal hell

Petrified by visions in this hypnotic interlude

For I am the deceased, within the crawling skin and

sightless eyes as cold as death

Demons silently extract my sanity

The march of a funeral drum, beating

So like my blackened heart

May the darkness I welcome

Enlighten the enigmas of my faith

Solitary figure in the endless cycle of mortality

A self-constructed purgatory to languish in for time

unknown

In this gloom-filled room, the true frailty of life is

revealed

The spirit disintegrates long before the flesh is lost

The concept of eternity crashing down

Desperate to the believe in the unreal, for truth is

the path of pain

Close the curtains; shed some darkness on

The intricate patterns that adorn this spectral carpet

Pity me such as I've yearned for, mourners gathered in

solemn rite

Their misery was always my own

Breathe once again; the passages drone distant and

detached

I shut my eyes and pine for the funereal essence

The presence of death slowly fades