Icicles of a medial at unease
Please just pull me together and repair me
Old thoughts floating above a new horizon
Something I'll never doubt; I know I'm rotten
Breaking, snapping fingers
Cracking visions
Right behind my 700th eye
"Are you alright?"
Frigid, interlocking
Wooden men are watching
Filling me with polar fear
As it appears
All this time, I've felt like my time to go would arrive
That it can't last forever; I've been decaying
Moldy scaffolding, ritual strangling
No matter what I try, I seem to stay alive
My body should be cold
The eyes of maggots gazing through to my soul
I left so long ago
Behind me are the tears I couldn't control
Now with nowhere to go
I closed my eyes and fell in the snow
Lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Heaven's melancholy
Higher voices calling
Through my 700th eye
But I'm alright
Frostbite doesn't hurt me
Aptly negating my mortality
It's hard, but I'm alright
All this time, I've waited
My death was recreated
So this would last forever
Accepting agony
Cruel indifference, lonely sufferance
Returning to a time when I was still alive
All this time, I've felt like my time to go would arrive
That it can't last forever; I've been decaying
God's deliverance, bygone innocence
These credences I've always feared were never even real
My body decomposed
The eyes of maggots gazing through to my soul
Cotard and I alone
In a paranoid and barren funeral home

The eyes of maggots gazing through to my soul

In a paranoid and barren funeral home