Tumors

The bitterness, no longer a passing endeavor
Knoweth he who walketh beneath the shadow of doubt
Uncouth and unbeknownst to them all
Feral, and beholden to none
Tattered beneath a passing light
Unfurling beneath the colorless smoke
The hissing serpent echoing displeasure in one's skull
A harem of women pleading a forgotten gospel
Running afoul of the long dead deity

Pain arriving like a dull knife
Carving itself into the tender organ
Tender and bleeding dust
Slain hearts and hollowed wounds
Pacified by time, rife with pollution
A gaping void in the soul
Lamenting agony
Uncoiled were the worms
Into the walking corpse

She walks beneath falling satellites
The stars and the moon turn ashen and cowl away
She passes the dying trees
Upturned graves
Corpses groaning and turning to dust
To know her, is to know death
Falling stars, falling men
Collapsing suns and buckling knees
She touches hearts
And tumors grow inside