Parallel Planes of Tormented Existence

from Jesus Christ, How Horrifying by Intervoid

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Pensive festering, incapable
Wandering without purpose

Visions of misery, I'm locked in its grip
No exits, developed permanence

Inheriting the pain, I'm lost I'm lost I'm lost
I wish not to be found

By what creatures lair I may invade
Why with what fortune and curses I consume
Spiritual hex as the portent of my sentence
Spiritual hex as the portent of my sentence

Of all of my worlds knowledge
Passages and instinct of shadows
I find nowhere to cower

Weeping, insidious

Now with my frail hands I claw at the soil
Bloodied fingers serve no delay
No understanding of my own intentions

Something hums below me
A beckoning
Home

With every heaving pulse of the world
A sighting of the ominous cloaked smog
A shepard, coalesced ruination infinite
A shepard, coalesced ruination infinite

My skies guide without direction
The venom palpable on my tongue
Comprehension is impossible

Why me?

Parallel planes, rapturous duality
A wilting garden exception to verity

Lone thoughts
Weigh down
Endless
No hope

Final
Breath flows
Now I
Pass on

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from Jesus Christ, How Horrifying, released October 31, 2014

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