The Curse of Being

Waste in spite of life
Unloving barrier devised
To change all flesh to dust
A celebration of all ruin

Dead set in motion
Waiting for embrace
Learning to bury the present
With all devices in reach

No looking back
Sight has been removed
No crawling back
You cannot reach unbirth

I won't
Let this be my true form
I can't
Align myself with disease
A mistake made in time
Our world, entropic husk
Leech our being to the black

Cursing every name
Choosing darkest spires
New path to cold embrace
Betrayed by loving wounds
Open minds decayed
Runes to spell the strain
The weight of all despair
Will bind us to this day