Eve Of Contempt

Sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves.

Beyond medicine of current day I'm being tortured by this

growing inflamation. Blood vessels running swift in my sweaty

brow. I feel this is a gift upon the price I just collected against my

will I shall embrace it. It drip-dries from its inverted,

bloated head.

The blood in which I stand reflecting as I look down and see the

anomalous thing. changing in structure, my expression, looks

not human, I have seen this face in my awake dreams, an

abomination, a form from the most wicked of depths has now

been granted my distorted flesh.

A sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off. Destiny, my

sickening providence I shall accept with widespread wings.

With open eyes I start to feel delight. Agitate no more, no doubts

I can't resist to heed the lights of the looming black.

My trophy calm and still, of life soon will be emptied, and with

its red grant me completion.

No longer estranged from what I just fled, the pool is inside, for

I'm not me and of now conceived again.

Solo: Karlsson

The wretched man of the cloth, like dust left swinging dead from

the wall. I must return to their nest, what I used to fear keeps on

calling and I shall them join. The order of chaos awaits in

another world. Disintegrate, I'll return mentally. My body of

scorn I'll leave here as they seize my soul