Attempting to quell roiling thoughts, my cross
triggered off a mental explosion of Thanatos.
with your counterfeit immortality, another plot
and a hedonistic pursuit of just one more shot
...
Still Life
Attempting to quell roiling thoughts, my cross
triggered off a mental explosion of Thanatos.
with your counterfeit immortality, another plot
and a hedonistic pursuit of just one more shot
Inanimate object not I, tangible flesh able to die
dispencing death, thinking that all you will defy,
but I had no fear of the darkness in the womb
an interval of light, before darkness of the tomb
Delphian entities, an unwavering look at death
your epicurean ego shall not take my last breath,
eternal upward spiral, living a life from mythology
a paralipsis of the truth, not accepted by theology
Another lamb you now need to trap and immolate
an elusive spirit I'll be, in your hands no more my fate...