I can feel the fire again, a feverish fervor that serves the ember Spreads the burn, while the ashes of war mark the score I settle Scorched, I fell to the totality of seeping into porous concrete The mental strain culminating from heat of fury

It’s the opposite of an apology, the savage beating ravishes the fresh flesh, Left to pay the expense of torment as the claws rips endure, Casting shadows as it reaches into the sky, I pray the temporary messenger obsesses with clinging to life, just as I had before the mind realized the loss in sanity, or fidelity? The disconnect projected the false hope of release, false gods cast down from their sermon as the drums hammer, as I felt the midnights white moon light burn into the aural cavity, the depravity had me bleeding the stone through the numbing comfort, soon I woke dry from the holy soaking in mourning, shouldering ash enduring the flame flickering, where I guided by dark and deaf as the light died, I used my soul to fuel the paradigm, now the blind walks freely through the drowning pool, floating above the abyss, all the twisted wishes undone, ignoring the survival rating just to taste the waters

I can feel the fire again, a feverish fervor that serves the ember Spreads the burn, while the ashes of war mark the score I settle Scorched, I fell to the totality of seeping into porous concrete The mental strain culminating from heat of fury

Where you were broken open I choked you to life, breeched the breathing cavity and introduced your Airway, in anyway I heard you scream in reverse the reverb hurt the aural senses, I pressed it, the heartstrings within were no longer violence violins, the rage of basses, the ripping riffs the axe handler crash landed in a river of madness, all the while watching you swim up the current current shorted your circuits, perfect symphony the madness wakes, you’ve been shaken from the forsaken status, it’s alive, sewn back together and barely breathing, seething from the chaos that courted it, the mortal threads itching at the stitch, the seam bleeding from the fourteen year beating, your wounds have been sutured by the lightless flame, the pain drives forward at every dawns approach, the clockwork murder ticking sunder away from the worn frame, colors incoming I’ll see you soon

I can feel the fire again, a feverish fervor that serves the ember Spreads the burn, while the ashes of war mark the score I settle Scorched, I fell to the totality of seeping into porous concrete The mental strain culminating from heat of fury

Discovering the clockwork rendered flesh obsolete, dystrophy entombed, duality colliding from the trail endured, the marking fires remembered through the witness marks, the barking orders from the searing wind, unearthing the layers from concrete to dirt to mystery, from the perusing questions the cracks surface, the hidden meaning in the name fissures forward, it must endure the 9th phase, the trial of the witnesses, with all the spirits rearranged,