The Absence

I will not bear the watch while the animated sadness releases
A cyanide touch for us
So utterly devastating its measure glides
The breath that is born of behemoth size
Unveiled exhumed when everything twists into form
For you to see all in a perilous morn
With long relentless devotion
The grant of these open wounds and this heartless rip
The drains are waiting for the loss of your blood
Enter all simple solutions
The center of this wasteland
So barren and bleak, so feeble and weak
With a quick flash of ice in your chest
Like falling into a minefield, face-first
Is this the snap of your filament or the grimmest devout
Is this the snap of your neck rung red hung in this rope
I will not let this subside
For the still beating heart that is buried inside
The depths of old to the births of war
The weak will beg, swaggering in dissent
The weak will beg, of instant revelations
The weak will beg, in risk to repent
The weak will beg, for death again and again and again
The shattered screams of a people unfulfilled
With the sight and with the sound
The reign of steel, their blood unbound
Is this the snap of your filament or the grimmest devout
Is this the snap of your neck rung red hung in this rope
I will not let this subside
For the still beating heart that is buried inside
The depths of old to the births of war
The weak will beg, swaggering in dissent
The weak will beg, of instant revelations
The weak will beg, in risk to repent
The weak will beg, for death again and again and again
The weak will beg, swaggering in dissent
The weak will beg, of instant revelations
The weak will beg, in risk to repent
The weak will beg, for death again and again and again
And again and again and again