It Dies Today

Disconcerting feeling has opened my eyes for the very last time
This faith stirs an echo
I hear amongst the safe and perfect waste
A slow fear still creeping in
Invasive and persuasive like a whisper softly convincing me to move on
Lay waste to all the tangible explanations
Nothing's as it seems
Spit out the words to this question
The validity of my future faults
Carving my intentions with this blade of distinction
Digging deeper still in my skin
Twisting slowly, opening the wound
Spit out the words to this question