Metaphysical Maladies
Mental carcinoma
The soul is sick allow it to drain and die
Body in a coma
The bleeding on the brain intensifies
Chemical withdrawal
The body is thin, the body is woeful
Ailing morbidity
You've done this to yourself I feel no pity
Meta maladies
There are no remedies
Im always sick
Embalm me chemically
Just another elegy
A box to tick
I am an amputee
Disfigured horrifically
Necrotic
The ailment is spiritual
Metaphysically disemboweled
Forsaken
This soul is empirical
Fit for the clerical
It has has began
Life is unbearable
Poison rots the cerebral
My throat now slit
Save the necropsy
Through the entropy
I'm still dead
You mean nothing to me
Too many fatalities
It's acrid
Life force draining
Spirit is straining
My life not blessed
As darkness envelopes me
Please hear my plea
I tried my best
Your life is a sewer reaching far and wide
You've left those you love in pain
You thought that time was on your side
Your essence left nothing but a bloodstain
Your body fails, withers and dies
Laid to rest, the end of your insidious reign
Your death now transpires
At least it wasn't in vein
Maladies
The soul is sick allow it to drain and die
Body in a coma
The bleeding on the brain intensifies
Chemical withdrawal
The body is thin, the body is woeful
Ailing morbidity
You've done this to yourself I feel no pity
Meta maladies
There are no remedies
Im always sick
Embalm me chemically
Just another elegy
A box to tick
I am an amputee
Disfigured horrifically
Necrotic
The ailment is spiritual
Metaphysically disemboweled
Forsaken
This soul is empirical
Fit for the clerical
It has has began
Life is unbearable
Poison rots the cerebral
My throat now slit
Save the necropsy
Through the entropy
I'm still dead
You mean nothing to me
Too many fatalities
It's acrid
Life force draining
Spirit is straining
My life not blessed
As darkness envelopes me
Please hear my plea
I tried my best
Your life is a sewer reaching far and wide
You've left those you love in pain
You thought that time was on your side
Your essence left nothing but a bloodstain
Your body fails, withers and dies
Laid to rest, the end of your insidious reign
Your death now transpires
At least it wasn't in vein
Maladies
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