Archspire Carrion Ladder
Waiting on the platform in the living elevator
Dead-panning
Head pounding
Wading onto a plank without footing
Dropping while the pace of the blade is increasing
Unlocking a pounding centrifugal feeling
Turning whipping
Keeping me bolted while falling downward on a liquid locomotive tunneling into the ground
If or when I'm taken by the limb would anyone come for me?
Now that you've been lifted
What is left to kill or care for?
I get up spitting blood
Hacking up my lung and liver
Blocking out internal pain
So I can see her though a pane of liquid glass
Every time I wait in line to board the ladder I get sicker
On the convеyor of mass contagion
I inhale a constant deadly wind of toxic human expulsion
Amid faminе plague and dysentery
Yet I never leave
The crippled curling up in line
Band together in defence against the men
Whose hunger unabated escalated to cannibalism
Cutting up the weak and dead
Eating what they know will kill them
No-one breaks the line to help
Tainted meat will take them out
And if I choose to fight I'll never see her
Looking back is death
Here one must give up their mind and moral binding
Black out the culprit and never look up
For what's above with stab its hand into you
Looking up is death
Focus on nothing but getting inside
The falling carrion ladder
Finally making it out of the deadlock and into the barricade
I behold the Carrion Ladder
The heart of the cavern is swelling and beating
It's ominous arteries open injecting me
Deep into the carrion ladder
If I were taken by the limb before you could you visit me?
Could you bear the line?
Would you even care to stay alive alone
Save for the image of me tearing up our only son?
I'm waiting in a mine
Melding with a non-Newtonian vertical propeller
To beg or be a hunter
Coming here watching your skin fill up
Like you were never real before the slaughter
Inflated back to life
To mimic recalling the feeling of killing
Everyone but me around you
Imitating every inch of her perfectly
Down to the stench of her lust emanating through the prison
Crying and pleading and tainting her memory
Taunting me, begging for freedom, aware of the life that she took away
Down here they are not the same
Laying hollowed dead until the limb decides to fill them
Dormant translucent casings test my will to survive
What kind of plan is this to live out the end of days
In a tunnel tortured by the replication of a loved one?
The choice of feast or famine
Do I stay and starve myself
Or take her out as red Goliath bait?
Down here they are not the same
Laying hollowed dead until the limb decides to fill them
Dormant translucent casings test my will to survive
What kind of plan is this to live out the end of days
In a tunnel tortured by the replication of a loved one?
The choice of feast or famine
Do I stay and starve myself
Or take her out as red Goliath bait
Take her out as red Goliath bait
Goliath meat will let me live
And if I stay down here I'll never eat it
Sparing her is death
One must give up their mind and moral binding
Looking back is death
Looking down is death
I rip her from the carrion ladder
