Writhe

Writhing worms
frantically squirming through upheaved earth.
Deep into open sores they burrow,
gnashing away at my flesh.
From within, I hear their voices calling me;
cacophonous hymns that are without meaning.
I am naught, nothing but an empty vessel
into which onlookers pour their insufferable delusions.
Dissolve me.
I drown in rot, they spew forth bile;
never a more contemptuous marriage.
Malignant vampires of time that consume my essence,
but my veins have run dry.
As I fade, so too shall they.
My role in their psychosis is mere happenstance.
Bring to them nothing and give forth nothing;
only my comrades can feel my absence
feel my absence
Writhing worms
frantically squirming through upheaved earth.
Deep into open sores they burrow,
gnashing away at my flesh.
From within, I hear their voices calling me;
cacophonous hymns that are without meaning.
I am naught, nothing but an empty vessel
into which onlookers pour their insufferable delusions.
Malignant vampires of time that consume my essence,
but my veins have run dry.
As I fade, so too shall they.
My role in their psychosis is mere happenstance.
Bring to them nothing and give forth nothing;
only my comrades can feel my absence
Bring to them nothing and give forth nothing;
only my comrades can feel my absence
Dissolve me.
I drown in rot, they spew forth bile;
never a more contemptuous marriage.
Malignant vampires of time that consume my essence,
but my veins have run dry.
As I fade, so too shall they.