welcome oblivion
thy art is murder
to exist a cancer needs a living organism
but it cannot ever become a living organism
its whole malice lies in the face that the best it can do is to die with its host
either that or its host will find the measures with which to outlive it
in waves of infection and rot
tunnel through the sinew and bone
weaving its way through the hollow heart
legions of lepers swallow the poison
drowning the flesh with the blood that we boil in
calloused leeches in sickly cells
calcified in lifeless shells
drowning the flesh with the blood that we boil in
white hospital walls only stained in violence
there will be no more brightness
only darkness now upon the horizon
calloused leeches in sickly cells
calcified in lifeless shells
white hospital walls stained in violence