Cicatrice

Abscession - this flesh rots hollow
 The earth spoils it sickly black
 Transference and waiting rooms
 And all that still grows, a wallow
 The branch yearns for something else
 Transcendence and exit wounds
 Fed to the fates, the collow
 We live on (to suicide)
 Just to bleed (the earth's disease)
 We fight on (millions perish)
 We die
 This life drains fast like sandfall between our hands
 We touch in vain, our hearts won't beat in time
 This dream dies fast like cancer between our bones
 We try in vain, our hearts won't beat in time
 This will rot last, the old roots which gave first life
 We kiss in vain, our hearts won't beat this time
 Torrid throttle, cast thy breath on plumes of ash borne of our indolence
 Heedless cretin, sweat thy death in the ruins of our ancestral insolence
 We're all disease
 Destroy, destroyer
 Curse against the tides
 Writhe against the call
 Inhume the final act,
 Bring down the guillotines,
 Let it turn to dust
 I turn over to rapture,
 I leave myself to rust, dissolve, abandon
 Cicatrice by cicatrix,
 It goes on.
 (blight, a light)
 (the earth in life through death)
 (reborn! Rejoice!)