A Death Sentence Called Life

The seeds of malice indeed bear bitter fruit
 We are all too familiar with the taste
 Lying lifeless, dying nameless, disintegrated
 The genesis of irrefutable magick
 The dawn of imminent defeat
 And the gnosis of their disparity
 I witnessed that graceful tumble:
 The only thing harder than watching
 Was looking away, united only in the end
 End and good times synonymous
 In the mind of the unwound
 The kiss of nothingness cries itself to sleep at night
 While we live out this emptiness
 Beholden to the concept of potential bliss
 This disease plagues us all, as we embrace... downfall
 -Jacob's verse, his words-
 Empty words, faint echoes of nothingness
 Patience drained into darkness I possess
 Life of despair, leaving nothing for you
 Death in the air, stench of reality breathing
 Through smashed face, eternally crushed
 Beneath the flood, I wait and rot for all to see
 Taste of blood within a noose that's conquering
 Chained throat, ripping my skin with broken glass
 Black as pitch