Self-Schism

Lord of the irons, yet master of none
White hot from the pyre, but the damage
Is done
The wax has melted; reveal the wick within
Begin total bisect. My fingers grip the skin

Blood flows downward when the nails dig in
Scalp detaches; bregmatic cranial split

Self-Schism: The last chance of escape
Devour the hours until darkness is left

The mind exposed so the illness can drain
Hemispherical rupture; cerebral chasm remains
Let division continue. Palates and ribs break
Organ partition fall to feed the snakes

Self-Schism: The last chance of escape
Devour the hours until only darkness is left

Only darkness is left
Pace slips from my life
Dread consumes



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Pearce, Alexander Awn, Brent Satterly, Michael Erdody, Don Durr
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