Incantation

This is the corpse I've been waiting for Unshackled and uncaged, unburned I remain Such ecstasy from your death I gain As you vomit forth your last words Lament my fucking name Obsession eternal, Her crux the first born Envy of lovers, Oh the boy he was scorned The radix of her bloom Was his presence profound Such a sight to behold, So in envy she was crowned Twelve years in the dark A nightmare matriarch Locked in a dimly lit room with this crone All alone And now branded with marks The most calloused of souls, Decrepit spawn, The most icy of hearts 'But I never asked to be your spawn' Dehumanised and shaped into your guise of selfish worth (This time) I'll not fall prey to your deceit I exist to serve a truer cause than living as a fountain to drink free I can feel vigour exit my lungs Posthumously vomit, Most twisted of tricks I'd die for your life but my love made you sick As death whispers softly, I adhere Pulling strings like a mad puppeteer (so I cling to a semblance of youth) I feel this guilt fade, I pre dug my grave with no space for a soul to erase Sinking deeper and deeper once more Claim this life as a sacrifice Bastardised syllables of an ancient tongue fall from a shattered maw, Entwining words of wisdom To quell the lie that you thought you saw In these incantations I have sought To harness the power of loss To bind this shattered earth to me Through the blackened smog and salted earth I express my need dominate Suffer me and unto to me alone Will go the spoils of your evisceration Anointed in your bile Become the avatar Of twisted remains racked with pain Reconstituted for the purpose of your selfish gain As death whispers softly, I adhere Pulling strings like a mad puppeteer (so I cling to a semblance of youth) I feel this guilt fade, I pre dug my grave with no space for a soul to erase Sinking deeper and deeper once more Claim this life as a sacrifice If all this time I'd know that I'd lived such a fictitious lie The pain would subside But In life I could not truly hide Engulfed by your envy your anger ensued Consumed by the most hallowed of ghosts If I'd known all along how you'd betray your blood I'd of left you to rot a millennium ago I'd of left you to rot a millennium ago I'd of left you to rot And as I grasp your still lurching lung in my clawed hand I feel your final breath slip through my fingertips Entwining pain and torture To help pass unto the blackened depths A cleansing of sorts Re arranging all of your chakras To better accommodate all the agony and anguish that will ensue With a crooked smile curled all seems at peace the walls they seem to hum Immorte ipsium