Noble man, bony fingers extending. Calculating black hole moments seeming never ending. Observing, breathing but barely. Sunken eyes, I've adopted their functions.
Malignant neurons begins to replace, A shell brimming with vigor and virility. Rejecting that which brings upon your life force, a choice bereft from your grasp.
The tree of life has hung you dry, Narcotic skies, hindrance to survive. Fertile hands, aligned with starving ones, Acute stimulation, dreams of throes undone.
Undeserving of your present suffering, The genocide of cognition has begun. Internal Hiroshima, impotent guise congregation of masks, thick rhythm of lies. Extended reign of the reich of torment, Co-existing with angels of selfishness. Hope was found deceased in a fetal position, We killed him before you could bid farewell.
Face to face with the beacon of suffering, I struggle to comprehend you blight. I ponder the maintaining of your condition, And channel the misery of a being with no purpose. Bulbous veins reflect the death of reasoning, Collapsed vocal chords, reliance on household names. And the dead state of eyes who once felt life's embrace.
Fragile shell, beaming radiance. Cold grip of the death of free will, Straining tunnel vision. To perceive their reasons for keeping you here.
Through your eyes, I collapse with you.
The tree of life has hung you dry, Narcotic skies, hindrance to survive. Fertile hands, aligned with starving ones, Acute stimulation, dreams of throes undone.