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