Honir V: Putrefaction

A litigious intrusion A vertiginous pace An accident of life, combined Natural forms Was it really the wagon wheel and wet laundry that led him To write of atomism? Just one last dance, virtuous soul Your eyes went shooting through my heart To wake my dormant thought Look now, I'm desperate and distraught With love that tears my life apart Just one last dance in the sun's beams (putrid head) Just an exchange of invisible blows (infinite dread) And a virtuous soul My desire to return careens A man and his flawless love ruled over it all Signals of life Fortified eyes I'll follow strides And rewrite time Just one last dance exchange Virtuous soul, return Cracked horizon Sight into the darkest rings Myopic, no logic Profound loss Hard tissues degrading throughout these fragile shards Ocular moves no longer respond Complete putrefaction Panacea, burst with poison I just cannot detach I am destined to be killed Stretching to death may just be my druthers Next to this frivolous girl of gold