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Night comes in tatters now…
Revelries of death and decay surround this hollow isle On and on their welcoming alms dissect me away from sleep Birthing stillborn children of contemplation Enumerated puppets of no fate, puppets of chance, puppets of finite self-realization Reclining unashamed before the unrelenting herald of endless black Endless undeath Come… when you enter a room full of human voices, what do you see? I see dancing skeletons, skulls under matted wigs of hair Weaved to provide a grotesque uniqueness to each animated corpse Talcum-powdered bones, bones everywhere, Distraught gaping mouths, collecting, swallowing the blackness Eating life. Intimately cut clothing a disguise, serving to conceal the grave ornaments, the earth Reassuring shreds of decaying flesh Unhurried worms exploring the eyesockets in search of meaning Bringing out only a soft “death, death, death...” Every fear rendered from a man's bosom come alive Crowds of rudely animated, puppet-like skeletons waiting for the fall of the reaper's scythe No, I dare not look at them anymore Oh, let me out Heartfelt words dripping with decay, worm-infested Thoughts and phrases dank and reeking with the aroma of decaying personality Under a gravedigger's spade full of idiotic, cliche, and woefully similar thoughts Rancid, half-eaten bones from a mass grave Tactile cryptography of lost hearts, lost emotion, lost understanding And still I wear this Byronic gilded halo of decay under funeral vestments Now flesh and blood dolls walk the earth Immutable but for the herd instinct Heedless but to the announcer's lures, for the virtual fellatio of the beggar's truth Truth you have vomited back, the Apple of the ascendant sinners, replaced It with the apple of sodom, silent rape of the mind Will you choke on it? Merciless and how alike the songs we sing Rough and terrible to behold, terrible to understand, so simple to memorize Or else shudder to think what it must feel to fully comprehend an absence For then let our comfortable words turn to ashes in our mouths Such eminently sad loss is here! Endless, colossal waste of godlike ability Know you only enough to offset my own understanding? A secret power of the chosen few? This aged, addled, intellectually sinful foil for demigods? You unshrouded corpses in the sepulchre that haunts these palaces Tombs rent open, adorned with bright plastic, cheap ornamentation upholstered In wonderfully positive and indulgent praise Xenophobia at low prices, surrogate Death the incognito vendor Erring always, I sing on, off key and Lacking proper tuning Purchasing my release… we are forsaken, awestruck Mimicking your demise, aged children Ordained in all its grotesque splendour Comes an ill lacrimosa in this requiem At this, the dead speak.
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