Through Infectious Waters

This flesh holds me captive and in quest of liberation As the sheep flock in the dissonance, I tread in dissent To the piercing light that sears our hearts To the sickness that plagues our spirits I cannot revere in this blind acceptance And falter in my comprehension Forfeit my injured soul This affliction I respire Heal this restless spirit That bestowed naught Heal this heart that approached the world As I relegate, I consign Heal my heart, my weeping soul I consign this putrid flesh Nothing here, nobody there Erroneous illness shouting The outcry reviles this tattered soil Drowning the world in filth and distortion Forfeit my injured soul This affliction I respire Heal this restless spirit That bestowed naught Heal this heart that approached the world As I relegate, I consign Heal my heart, my weeping soul I consign this putrid flesh I'll leave my conscience to die A barrenness of dreams and anticipation Life and hope Shrivel into the void Heal my heart that approached the world As I relegate, I consign Heal this heart, my weeping soul I consign this putrid flesh In this pantheon of sorrow We are everything, yet nothing And as long we're breathing The burden devoid of conclusion Unaided I slither Ravaged, silent and alone I smolder in anxious strife I decline these exhausted remnants of decay The world is coming to an end A vast ocean of disease All hope is lost Or perhaps this is the cradle of salvation All hope is lost I must tranquil these turbulent waters No more expressions shall leave my trait No further words shall be spoken This illness they conceived Broke my tired wings