Elegy

Elegy this cryptic heart, vault of dissident scrolls, hemorrhagically inked, sacraments of savage lymphs and vicious tears, infested with luminescent worms that never blink in the sleepless black, feeding on the excrement of nightmares is chained in the Cavern of Septic Waters: the Communion of Arachnids is upon us (I see them breaking bread, a thousand swollen tongues licking the ruptured abdomen of flies); i come apart screaming, i struggle between the razor-lips of time, i relinquish my right to thirst, i languish in the putrid mud of corpses. the metamorphosis is nearly complete. swarms of leather-winged demons, drone from thick hymnal of fear, chant the liturgies of decay, cursing the nexus of light that rapidly flee now these orbs of sight. i have grown weary of the sanctions of breath: Wherein heaves the orchestra of despair, wherein lies the many hope-riddled carcasses, wherein breeds the gift of fatted maggots, Wherein moans the lonely incantations of endings.