Diseased, the inner sanctum dies
Rhapsodized, before your sightless eyes
Demise, tartarus in disguise
Your words, all but stigmatized

Like a body without a soul and a sacrifice of faith
The desire to be flesh yet forced to abdicate
Pain Myopic empire
Shelter to a venal mind
Subsistence within
Your own decline

You betrayed me to my face
Though professing to seek the truth
Nowhere near a fleshless decay
Your relinquished purity of youth

And in all incessant bitterness
Intoxicated by my suffering
Thou shall suffer too