Resurrection #9

Lay waste, torn asunder

Weak and lost in the past

Obfuscates the self mind

Ripped it away

Cobwebs and motes

In the eye of the sun god

I think not

Serpent get thee behind me

Eradicated your somnambulant enigma

This field has lain fallow

Won't erode, won't soak up the sediment

From your poisoned mind

No, I won't soak up your misery

Won't soak up your weakness

Won't soak up your banality

Taste vanadium

Wide awake realizing what you've done

Taste the frost

You chose your own death

You know that you choose well

I hate myself but not as much as I hate you

Tear yourself down