The Grotesque - Benediction
Inner deformity
Such a foul deceptive rot
Conceiving the grotesque
Nothing is but what is not
Screeds of verbiage
Never explained
Gazing at the flames
Inside the dungeon or my skull
Only mawkish thoughts remains
Grotesque addict
Forever shadowed
Darkness clouding me
Absurdity now fate
Bizzarre dreams
An horrendous nightmare
Nothing left but to hallucinate
Dementia reigns
A predilection
Total order cease
Rescrudescent
This condition
Coherency decrease
Humanity is not to shine
In my bloodless face
Magnified in travesty
I have been displaced
See with the eye of the mind
That the lie will speak
Traumatic cracks in my addiction
Made the future bleak
Paralysed to ruminate
Embolismic bitter jest
Ontologically I'm dead
Reborn as the grotesque
The grotesque
