So imminently visible - this cloaked innocent guilt Sentenced to a lifetime, a second of structured chaos Trampled by the ferocious, raging crowds of solitude I'm the soil beneath me soaking up the sustenance of my own death
Extradited to the gods of chance, the deities of all things random Alive, multicolored, twitching in their dead monochrome world
In Death - Is Death
Iridescent to the searhing eyes, I'm all things vivid in a world of grey So easily spotted, so easily claimed in this domain where all is prey
My thoughts a radiant beacon to the omnidirectional hunter-god radar I'm a markerlight of flesh to these subconscious carnivores I am them. I am teeth. I'm their arousal at the kill Feasting on self. A schizoreality warp. The contradiction fulfilled
Focus the only means to see me back to life's unending swirl A reversal of passing away, as the world of dead, as away is now my origin