6.) Pristine in all Filth

Your silent protest forgotten.

Distant wars they try to interrogate me.

It cannot be changed.

I cannot be shamed into thinking you've changed too much

with my growth.

 

Catch one, a thousand times in your mind I find,

Diminished truth to fuel necessity.

Elegance in the foul decay, we await the day covered in

filth, I thirst for the terror of my hunger.

 

Gently falling from grace and into the abyss.

Watching my distorted space trying to slip, I missed.

 

Suicidal war, I mutate the gore.

Mutate myself to become myself

I ignore.

 

Fall in, fall out

Upside down

It was all gone.

 

I fall into my abyss. I crawl out of my birth.

 

Crashed out. Bodies ashed in turmoil.

 

I was gone, gone wrong.

 

Into the abyss, I gently slip.