THE AGONIST – Momento Mori

Can’t you see how far I’ve bent?
Fuel abuse at my expose.
The link that’s crawl up silken threads and, swift, entomb the not quite dead.

That sickening numbness Lindsight hides, like spiders creeps out from inside.
Remember, simply don’t pretend; both good and bad will come to end.

How love’s blindfold wears so thin…
The World’s too strange when seen without!
The arrow’s head plunged so far in my body taught me just how to live on without.

You tore away a part of my body.
So virgin pure, you fed off blood from my soul.
No longer will your silhouette haunt me.
Reject obsession, let it born in the cold.
Writhing, wriggling free from all the superficial constraints.
But that sickening numbness hindsight hides, like spiders, creeps out from inside.

How love’s blindfold wears so thin…
The World’s too strange when seen without!
The arrow’s head plunged so far in my body taught me just how to live on without.

Your fingers burn their prints on my skin.
But, greedy hands can’t grope their way into my mind.
No more (permanent sears) with your venom reach my awe-glazed eyes.
Though, (permanent) my last hope was strangled; although you’ve burned me.
Your fingers burn their prints on my skin.

That corpse constantly shadowing my every move.
With each step I take, pavement grinds my flesh away.
The precious, static rest beneath my slumber holds me up though persuasion pulls me down.