Within The Web

Merciless they
Flesh mould
Intentions to form a prison
For the conscious mind in a constant state of suffering
A totem of agony
For she who feasts eternal
I observe — the implements of my demise
Blasphemous architect approaching with pride
He begins, I start to writhe
But It's foreplay, hes taking his sweet time
I'm blind, it all goes bright white
Snatched from the hand of God I'm not allowed to die
A taste of what never will be
He then leaves me, tortured solitary
I fear that I will suffer til the suns die out
And the heavens burst open while I am forgotten
Flesh mould
Intentions to form a prison
For the conscious mind in a constant state of suffering
A totem of agony
For she who feasts!
And how the lambs cower before the wolves, the dogs cower before
Man
Servants of torture cowering before monsters. Hoping to never see —
What they fear —
Beyond the veil of Hell
My architect returns
Unequivocally tortured voices emerging from my larynx, temporarily
Disconnect— spirit from this body — introspect — they dissect
(merciless) repressionary chemicals used to now access — a place
Beyond human suffering
Torture is fundamental (eternal architecture)
Walls constructed by misery
We rot in place