Time passes on its simple thread of indignation
righteousness burning unresolved
a petty mercy lent to us all
deceiving 'til the sirens call
eating the flesh of the "ever-crawl"
it's a liars feast
rotted flesh so ripe with hate
a tribe disease
sustenance best left denied
I called to thee
the passage opens below the knees
and I kneel to creep through the abyssmal malady
then strain to speak
but fear evokes a silent fiend
until I scream
I'm embraced by silence's dream