Insidious Omen - A Scarring Quest of Purity in Form

Pulsating eyes, the picture without thought
In spirit forms, creating no more
Only to be born, malicious grade of unknown core
The choirs they sing, so unrelenting

And through their eyes they see in blood
And in their veins they course with mud
Unheard of natural silent modes
Their solvent met with greatest flood

In pursuit of all encompassing weakness
Breed, become, system of failure, error of their own design

Bleeding, crushing
In perpetual motion
Decay run rampant
Of smoke and devotion
Rewritten, unsown
Foreshadow abortion
Closer to black
Ending explosion

Bestowed with endless vision
Your words too much like fame
Marked by your indecisions
Discard into freedom and pain
Encircled by the traps of lusted fields
A vision, imagination, a home
Cycles of desire, clutching onto might
Throughout your prophetic toxic soul

A scarring quest of purity in form
Which carry meanings of nothing
Succumb to the snake of life through verses
All truth, burnt to ash and reverses
Between their bodies lies no fate
Unopened ending, seals of malice
Wounded patterns, bred forth rape
Layered on reasons, ransomed hate

Their eyes they pierce us, unveiling an end
Ripe with unspoiled skin rotting from within
The weeks they drip away turning into years
A blurred vision of eternity has crowned you in its fears