The seeds of malice indeed bear bitter fruit We are all too familiar with the taste Lying lifeless, dying nameless, disintegrated The genesis of irrefutable magick The dawn of imminent defeat And the gnosis of their disparity I witnessed that graceful tumble: The only thing harder than watching Was looking away, united only in the end End and good times synonymous In the mind of the unwound The kiss of nothingness cries itself to sleep at night While we live out this emptiness Beholden to the concept of potential bliss This disease plagues us all, as we embrace... downfall -Jacob's verse, his words- Empty words, faint echoes of nothingness Patience drained into darkness I possess Life of despair, leaving nothing for you Death in the air, stench of reality breathing Through smashed face, eternally crushed Beneath the flood, I wait and rot for all to see Taste of blood within a noose that's conquering Chained throat, ripping my skin with broken glass Black as pitch