Rigor Mortis - Af Michaell

Drawn to death with a streak of pain fear and glory

I ponder on the eternal
that slowly and surely will suck me in to her bussom

where i shall rest my head

for what is known as eternity,

in the empty dark were dream meets fiction

I shall venture through the unknown halls of old lost abbies

that once prided themselves on their beauty and majesty,

I shall curess every stone unturned

into what would seem as new life

that awakens from my bones,

and once more i shall place my footsteps upon this sacred earth

that we all keenly claim to call home.

Emence and slow force aching in my innerds,

scratching on the skin,

in empty attempts to get into the core my of head

tear it apart so that i may finally look at my thoguhts with control,

picking and choosing what i am,

taking every part of me

that longs for freedom

so that this .. cell may be opened

and i can finally be released into eternal void,

dark matter surrounding every inch

as i slowly tear out my hair and rip out my eyes,

feast on my body biting my tongue,

feel the blood seep from my vains

the sweet metallic release of my pumping station,

drinking my fuel

so that i will consume my own death

The rythmic pounding in my chest

strong and strange… strained…

Surely it is the end for me

when all else fails

and i am reduced to whatever i came from,

as i have consumed life,

it in turn shall consume me

piece by piece slow pace

while grinding my teeth

in painless agony as i am stripped of my skin

bloodied and battered.

This is life making love to the once upon a time.

And for eternity Rigor mortis