Myopic Empire

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

A lack of comprehension

Intoxicated by my suffering

Thou shall suffer too