Unholy...

i won't be the whim

i won't be the fantasy

i won't be real.

just another tragedy.

goblets overflow in wait.

the acid devours all tangents;

burning in emancipator bliss.

voices muffled by the pain.

the gurgles of crimson boil over

hissing in their triumph.

the visions bleaks and fades.

the shrieks just in mind.

the roddents scamper all around

finding, just to find.

the blindness overpowers all senses.

the euphoria so unprecedented.

suspension in nothing entrances.

enchanted being held captive.

blazing flames engulf all.

piercing the ruins of decay.

the flesh withers to vanish.

bones succumb and annihilate.

eating pieces of the self,

the matter stinks of woe.

alone in plain withdrawal,

creeping to the rising foe.

strangers, shrouded, come for me;

the unholy crest of mass...