Wreath Of Viscera

Caressing helplessness – moving nowhere
But everywhere at the same time
Weighed down by tectonic plates of steel
Forgo freedom, draw in seclusion

I'm lost in the detail as the world passes by
I die a little more with each word spoken
Maybe it floats my ego, maybe it floats my drink
To drown tortured souls, deaden the pain

Time is fleeting, accursed fettered chain
Detach from my aging body to soar through the plains
Behind the revolving door of stars
Bears a bitter opposing draught
Grows moss on my skin
To join brethren in the pits

But to stop and consider what's proper, I doubt all is proper
Realise it's all for nothing, plying routes to the great beyond
Slump into the futility of life – a wreath of viscera
Defeat life in seconds, but souls forever