Testo Soul Rot - GROWTH

Soul Rot

Lumbering from darkened rooms
Slithers through ward corridors
In witching hours searching for the end; for the final chapter
A breathless epilogue and the bliss of release
Soul rot
The terminus of spirits when all is lost
Watch yourself fade to a pinprick
Forgotten and scarred by despair
Give yourself over to decay
To watch everything you loved slip away
Tumourous and bloated by the spectre of your presence
Misery cascades and cripples
Something rotten grows within; festering at its vicious whim
Some other self armed with gnashing teeth
That charges forth when all else grows dim
Nascent, it beckons
Cloaked in vile, barbiturate haze
My own dark halo to mark my final days
I know my hell better than I know myself
And I know what will take it all away
Leave only wreckage and poisoned ground
Cruelly snatches at every inch of reason
And swallows it whole
Like parasites swarming from sallow skin
Soul rot
The terminus of spirits when all is lost
When you watch yourself fade to a pinprick
Forgotten and scarred by despair
Torn apart by suicidal rage
Reflected in bitterness as it pools beneath in brackish tides
Everything leathers
Pestilence erupts; spirit deconstructs
Soul rot
That from which I crawl my way back
Just to cascade into ruin
Bitterly aware of the shadows that stand above me