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