Mindless Mindset
i cannot be cured
Weaving a path of darkness
winding through black halls
seeking anything vibrant
stealing the light from sanctuary
spreading a web of deciet
sticking to itself all that is morbid
it will stop at nothing
untill all is nothing
an empty shell
dark and undesireable
with a roar of shedless fury
it bathes in the tears caught in hell
a brooding synphony of broken chorus
building and reverberating off dry veins
cracking skin modling to its own desires
finding satisfaction in the downfall
feeding on a slowly fading soul
creating a shapeless demonic void
swimming in the shadows
sparking unholy darkness
setteling like forst
shifting with a quicking stride
like the fumes of a ciggarette
i am ill
ripping apart the splitting air
with a puff of blackness
it becomes eternal
unremovable fury
ive become...
prognosis cancer