Faceless, desolate, this isolation

It tears mind, body and soul

These cruel empty days seem unending, uncertain

And where crule words are whispered

There is no escaping the flame

The mind is blinded by disease

Stricken, the search for clarity

Failing to recognise the peril where dormant anxiety gathers

Pledge nothing but flesh

And trust only in death

The silence, the waiting

That familiar presence

Resentment

Resentment towards the self

Pacing, unnerving, the steps by the door

What fresh torture do they beckon

To drink poison is to them the only cure

Not untl your demise will this torment cease

Not until your spirit is driven from you

This unrecognized disease, dormant superstition, living decay

Alone to wander in your mind

Free from this world, free from a mothers curse

Free to gaze in complete apathy

At the limbs that writhe beneath you

As they twist and blacken

The very soil resonated

The land screamed out

But you were mute