Pull me toward the edge of your pain
Wrest me away from trauma and failure
And the poison of breathing
The disease of this so-called life
The metastasis of thought, a cancer of the self
I deigned to swallow you, as you have swallowed me
Your beauty, naught but the sweetest of wine
It is a rotted seed of malignancy
Oppressive rays of light come down
And fall upon this dying flesh
Upon my broken fingers pointing towards the heavens
Raised in sickening desperation
There is no beauty to be found within
This disgusting paradox of existence
Swords dipped in phosphorus and mercury
Casting away the lies of the sun
I call out to the winds
Blow mine flesh into tatters
How I wish to become one with the mountains
And never feel this pain again
The vault of the sky comes crashing down
Over us like scarlett curtains
Die with me here, upon these unfamiliar shores
And drink with me, this poisoned wine
Raise thy grail, and drink the poison that I have placed therein
And suffer at the bottom of it all
Loneliness is forever
And your light fades within