Black Fast The Coming Swarm
Of grander visions, delusions abound
Stark conjurations, and the means unsound
In the coming swarm of my thoughts I'm found
Upon broken pillars of doubt and down
On fractured limbs wounded left to crawl
Through the wash and tide, engulfed and sprawled
Out barren, bleeding, ripped open all
To the endless ocean of my back I call
Tossing in its throes again
Transposing prose to verse
Preparing for the worst again
So do your worst
No borrowed tenets of corroding faith
Just contradictions and eroding shame
In of what was nothing, now is even less
In my dying hour nothing to confess
Born adrift in a flooding plane, rotting stench in a forgotten wreck
Receding waters, fermenting flesh
Oppressive sickle now reaping death
Littered carcass, bone and dust
Wounded sky raining will to rust
Iron core struck against the stone
Tattered, broken, strewn
Darkened skies, fixed to pen lament
Haunted vigil, no relent
Seeding vengeance, bleeding wrath
Fixed upon their battlements
Now the drought hangs high and free
In the searing sun, supremacy
No mercy, sanctum, no retreat
Just my isolation and this decree
Oh birds of penance, crashing down on me
Strike and midnight, set me free
Internal bleeding faster drowning me
Desperate moon return to me
Tossing in its throes again
Transposing prose to verse
Preparing for the worst again
So do your worst