The Dying

These neglected pleas, splint-bound in this agonal.
Unnatural death, seize this beauty.
Lost sentiments rise and devour the worshipper.
The widow's fury atonement for your false dignity.

The embrace of the spider distorts your limbs.
These sinner's bindings ensnare your dying curse.
You'll mask your suffering, despite these hoarse breathes.
This trial of fools befits your crippled tread.

This necrogenic autopsy upon your demise...
Decrepit! Putrid! It exacts a grim toll.
Inescapable tendrils, this corrupted mind.
Finds innocent delight in the most vile of deciet.

The only lenience is in endurance,
The only recuperation in egotism.
This dislocation can grant malevolent life.
The only fleeting moments in failed escape.

This tainted and ancient power charmed,
A voracious Armageddon to ensue your damnation.
And though their surgery may trigger dormant memories,
The persuasion in their septic wounds holds only solitude.

This miasma, this infection - will lead all to ruin!
Incoherent sympathies to exhaust and indulge.
To banish this torment with repelling charges,
But to return and persecute under cover of silence.

This unsubmissive shroud of life and death.
Is the soul of your murder, this frozen pain.
Your conqueror, this anarchy, imprisoned and dying.
The betrayer of humanity the envoy of mortality.