Ulcerate
Stare into Death and Be Still
At war with no enemy
But the dearth of our will
Far too late to wake from this doubt
Intransigent in the face of the end
Banished to a fate worse than death
No worth remains of this condemned existence
Soon to be annulled
Transpire, from order to chaos
The messiah of alienation
Deliver us to these ends we have dreamt
Where the faintest light is now smothered
Devoured by the grief
Sink deeper into the abyss
Buried under the flaws we disown
Starved of breath
And fearing the detachment from all
Submit to unseen tyranny
We have reached the brink of this terminal world
Stare into death and be still
The darkness ahead mirrors a past of ruin
Barely lived
Every fire exhausted
Awaiting surrender