Esoteric - Boreworm

The vultures begin to swarm

around this lifeless corpse of a vagrant town.

The few left are weary and weak

from the barren wastelands that lie behind us.

Vicious, firestrewn trails of fear, loathing, and

hopelessness mark our paths to righteousness.

Strength comes from

the satisfaction of dealing pain

to weaker forms that have succumb

to the ills of modern friendship.

There is no conscious light.

There only remains sorrow.

Free us from this frail reality.

Snakes like these

only exist in fragmented constructs

of the human psyche.

Reach forward into ever flowing void.

Feel despair, in all of it’s disgusting glory.