We Are The Black Death

The human inside of us has died

We are empty vessels

Floating like wraiths in the fields of the fallen

We are the earth's wound

That's grown to infection and spreads like a cancer

We've lived too long

Hungry to touch what we cannot feel

Our gaping mouths fill with flies

Bred from our own word's poison

Hungry to feel what we cannot have

Our hands clutch blades kept warm

In the backs of our brethren

We've lived too long

The man inside of us has died

We wrap our womens' thighs around our lies

In false moments of closeness

Bastard sons beget bastard sons

And they've lived too long

We masturbate our greed

And feast while the needy's whipped back bleed

We hang our faces on statues

And bask in their towering shadows

We've lived too long

We paint on others' canvases

So that we can still create

We display our work to a blind void

Our hands have drawn too long

We write short chapters of our lives

As we'd like to be seen through other people's eyes

We magnify all the wonderful things we've done

But our real horror is hidden

We wave

With a skeleton hand

There is no dawn

For our time

We dance in a field of ashes

In which we could never cohabitate

We peer into

Our vast black aura

We've lived too long