The Sickness Dominion

Blind eyes turned in search

Beyond this defiled graveland

Tainted memories sleep in sweet repose

Dissonant nightchoirs sing in the moonlight

Mourning heartsongs which leave me yearning

To hear once again those hymns

To which the dead arose

I taste the world's noxious tears

Upon my severed tongue

The alluring sweet breath of death

Through my broken nose I breathe

As the bastard progeny of hope lies stillborn

While the debauched weeping mother

Seeks refuge from passion's spectre

And yearns for these haunting visions to fade

I do not see the sharpened glares of the jaded

Whilst the whirlwind of gathering voices I evade

As the envious ghosts wish to strip this blind man

From the sheltered world he has made

Mannequins lie smashed

Among the ruins of this world

I see them as the corpses of those

Who I once held dear

But they were all decoys

From the very beginning of my life

My vision is warped and clouded

By a parturient film of fear

Never have I shorn my aversion to nightmares

Since the morning I awoke to the horror

And realization of being hopelessly transfixed

By macabre demons astride their broken masters

Swirling admist the fragile illusion

Of awareness are the turbulent currents of resolve

Blessedly never arriving to fulfill

Their promise to the fates that have turned away