B/Benzor II/The Astral Forest Baffles Me with Its Absurdity as I Lose Myself in the Limbo of Dreams
A harpoon penetrates me and pulls me further from the consummated land Stare into my moulded eyes and desecrate my anomalous body Those ravenous creatures confabulate novel and autonomous experiences through me With many filthy hounds of hell, the misery I bring is ever-present
Municipal congestions clog and tear open my already temperamental arteries Austere apparitions corrupt my fatal and grandiose coffin of malignant sadism I rejected the order of being and disfigured the face of creation and man Deformed caricatures, I've been saved to destroy, whilst their love guides me, they plot my demise
My future here will atrophy and fuel the decimation of my bestial appendages The sovereign suffers through me, within my endless superfluous expansion
Oh, I really do not know how I'll dissolve on this fallow conservation The somersaults I perform which have led me into this performative barotrauma The night is naked and pale as I disappear in the fog of an electrocuting fire An army of militant aggressors possess me and divulge all of my greatest secrets
The attrition of my perilous movement in a corroded verisimilitude Infinitesimal strife forms an unreconstructable message by which I am adorned The ember spills and the fires exude a flagrant perfunctory stench They're chafing my skin with the brick walls of limbo, and I comply for I have nothing else
A room full of sacrificial parables scrams with the most indecent of truths Impatiently I wait for the facsimile as my rage confuses those beneath me I confine and compress all those in my vicinity, and relish my paroxysm Brandishing my latest atrocity, I'm alienated further as she whispers her conspiracies
An innocuous sickness Has destroyed my face I breathe in the conjugal horrors of pollution
If not for the moon Then how could I breathe? I let the most bizarre demons burn with me
And If it wasn't for the aether I might still be alive Forever they will suffer my search for decay
All this failure taught me Is that there is no escape A pulmonary infection marks my tongue
Inconspicuously they gather As they distort my pain I adopt their mannerisms as I fall into despair
This filthy home My own little joke I'm languishing these forlorn issues of corruption
I clamber above Humiliating clamour My favourite position to teach and commit treason
And still, I am nothing No one remembers my name I'm haunted by the faces of those who never come to call
I submit to you As I roam indefinitely These shadows here make a mockery of my conjectures
I hate the fucking extracts I embrace A superficial, nebulous spasm forbids my grace For a fixture of a bestial fortitude A simple commonality deforms my vertebrae Our time of collapse defines my prosperity We take our lives here and surrender to the scythe
I was seeking love… love? Yes, that of which I am incapable Violence Mocked by an eternity of silenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.