Those who claim the lesser of two evils,
Are one in the same.
Tattered and nameless.
Split stitched dismembered lacework,
Torn open at the seams.
A tragic, withered mass of bodies,
Of the unwanted. The thrown away.
The rotten dwells deep.
A latching, leeching, living husk,
Bellows within the black gulch.
Toxic vomitous expulsion.
Mouth spews like a gatling gun.
Infecting all who wander near,
The tomb of who you were.
Blue ruin, it’s swallowed you whole.
Has it consumed everything?
Or nothing at all?
Vessels left behind, abandoned and unloved.
Festered and engorged beneath the flesh exposed.
Twin forgotten souls burned in effigy.
Blue ruin has devoured your humanity.
Track Name: Corridors of Cain
Devoid of life,
Within the absence of light.
Not for lack of love and succor,
But for the sense of salvation from plight.
Countless years bound,
To an eldritch compound.
The rejects from the ward above,
Dwelling in the corridors of Cain.
Intrusive thoughts in a mind under duress.
Loathesome reflection stares back in a hospice of glass.
A cretin scorned in a prison of flesh.
Confined in the lower depths of a wretched crèche.
Manifestations of insufferable forms.
Creations that gather in innumerable swarms.
Bereft of love, a tortured existence,
Embraced only by the arms of the "omniscient."
Endlessly suppressing a compendium of needs.
A dichotomy of what was once and what will ever be.
Question not of negligence or what you think they see,
But of the temporary fervor found from the refuge that you seek.