Intoxicated eyes gaze
  back at a pale, faded grin

Queer uninvited smiles
  unseat my dull desires

Teared, sorrid orbs are
  complicit no more

Cold & unpleasant i feel ,
  my skin crawl as you...

Commune with the dead,
  1arkness's sullen countenance

Deep-seeded resentments fester
  like a wound, to rot alone
  
In debauchery! The corridor races
  endlessly, yet timeless, the momentum

Fail mires the spiritual portal,
  decades toil the body's will

The years have been cruel,
  Heaven's call gets a little lighter

Wanton, I crave the deep recesses
  of your love, o my earthbound soul

The Decades have worn
  down the spark in his irises
  his trudge has slowed this path

Suffocating on Armeggedon's call
  until the darkness closes in

Circling down the drain-
  just to recoil & burn it down
  to beeline back to the centre

Debauchery lines the landscape,
  parallel to curtailed breathing

Liberate the Doves, send light over,
  controlled thinking like the brainwashed

At night the disease slips into...
  the death machine

Tangible, it pains me to breathe anymore
  thorns to the side, gasping acid water