Odyssey Through Torment

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(The Path Towards Ruin)

A fading, a shattered nothingness,
Through the silence of this visceral realm,
I felt the amputation of my abandonment,
In the midst of these deathly affections,
I heard my own pleas for ephemerality,
To be laid waste, to the necropsy of worms,
And the defilement thereof,

I have seen faces wither into the pale… of there own frailty,

My lament is but a serenade,
To foul demons of torment,
Do my tears sate the hunger of such parasitic earth? No!
For these soils would,
Rather taste the salt of blood,
Blessed be the fragments of my body,
Blessed be my hymn to the crimson sea,

Discard all flesh,
A victim for death,
Yet in a warp of malignancy I am a burning martyr,
A sin streak, a caustic gaping wound,
My essence was trapped in a sunset,
As the sun sank all joy in life was drained from my soul,
Beneath a mountain of mesmiric despair I tore
myself into pieces,

Yet no peace lies here,
Only torture and torment,
Indeed I have spilled tears from my eyes like bleeding wounds,
And these scars will remain sacred,
Until the agonising celebration,
Of deteriorating flesh,
(Your flesh shall fail you)

Forever I fester within,
Rotting away willingly,
Releasing my grip on this mortal coil,
Alone, I crawl this path toward ruin,
Pain and hatred, I spell these names in blood of my own vein,
My mind drifts somewhere beyond life,
So far away, it leaves me rotten inside,

Monotonous is my passage through this oblivion,
A journey to a plateau of unending soul rape,
So cold this visceral realm,
Naked and disfigured,
I submit my body to ice,
Dormant are the graves that lie for a human's misery,
And these are lined with the flash of the semi decomposed,
A plethora of unending deterioration,
The flesh shall fail you…