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Once within the chaotic maze I'm lost forlorn |
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Crushed in dejection by a whole host of possibilities |
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I followed whispers suffocating in the gloom |
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Gurgling like blood through a slit throat |
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I followed in silence amid twisting halls |
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Only just iridescent of fading specks of light |
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Consumed and put out by tears that blood has shed |
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All around losing substance giving way to numbness |
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Where in others what springs is fear of the unknown |
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In essence irrational but still hard to subjugate |
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Bleak prospect of finding any sense at all |
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Betrayed from the start by my very nature |
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Fruit of centuries of regenerating in suppression |
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Absurd inhibitions shackled higher insurrection |
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Incoherent ideas sculpted to spread dismay and guilt |
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For crimes that aren't, in my core I seek to ravish |
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Lapsing in lower state while drifting in a sea of languor |
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Demise is all I can perceive among this horde |
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Vacillating like tired birds amid ferocious hail |
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Sipping untold mystery diseased born of fear |
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Raping dispoiling whatever pure still stands |
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Adulterated by slithering concealed snakes |
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Sinuously in motion allure to feeble emotion |
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Envenomed dragged to the brink of resignation |
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Life allure to the hopeless herd grazing in envenomed fields |
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Lost in a path littered by virtuous truths of doubt |
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Bound by gregarious existence based upon perversion |
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Castrated ideals set my inside ablaze |
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Upon facing the golden age of filth |
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Pervaded with every kind of shit |
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Where subhuman mongoloid scum |
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Thrive engaging in boundaries perversion |
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Orgiastic culture of death fruit of our own making |
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Upon abject liars I vomit this visceral gush of aversion |
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Sought for domination I'm none's to bleed |
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Never shall I feed greed with pain and fear |
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Cut me open pull me inside out but I shall never bleed |
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All around me weather before hateful eyes |
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Bonds of affection are no more than frail twigs |
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Bound to be shattered in the midst of violent gales |
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Gales of hate where's there's no life |
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Veins vigorously pumping blood infused in abhorrence |
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While malevolence brews within my soulless heart |
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Intrinsic hatred voraciously eating me out |
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Lost and destined to dwell were no life dwells |
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Dead inside now choking on my own lies |
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Death becomes the only concrete reality |
