Spite/Sermon

"Spite - the scar within a scar. True self betrayal. Uprooting the bindings. Deracinate that which was made. Imbibe the blood of your past. The burning scourge. The wound within the scar. Self-subversion. Love's inversion. Hate's deliverance, adorned and carnivorous. Consumed by flame. Writhing, screaming chaos. Clashing forces erupt. Dissonance leading actions. Gutted and misused. Thoughtless malevolence. A blade against the arm. A fist to a lover, now no longer one's own. Pain. The meek, ill child forever held inside. Scarified, stultified, afraid. Drown with us, savior unborn. Wisdom forsaken. Denial. The path untaken - cowardice. Penance tainted. Flawed projection. Buried discipline. Disgraced. Displaced. Gone. Bear the child of your failure - rage. The endless purge of my agony. Imprisoned by a memory. Engorged with fucking misery. No relation to purity. I long for the days when my dreams weren't plagued by the knives. A blissful field raped and tarnished, our dilapidated home. Absence of grace. Our burning wastes. Gone but forever there. A weeping phantom followed eternally. A damp chill always holding me. A crumbling husk of divinity. Drown with me, for I am nothing. Escape. Endless mourning (strife.) Aching for venoms. Endless mourning (strife.) Tonics of death. Endless mourning (strife.)"