Through Infectious Waters - Draconian

This flesh holds me captive and in quest of liberation…

As the sheep flock in the dissonance, I tread in dissent

To the piercing light that sears our hearts;

To the sickness that plagues our spirits…

I cannot revere in this blind acceptance and falter in my comprehension

Forfeit my injured soul, this affliction I respire!

Heal this restless spirit — that bestowed naught

Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate — I consign!

Heal my heart, my weeping soul…

I consign this putrid flesh

Nothing here, nobody there…

Erroneous illness shouting

The outcry reviles this tattered soil…

Drowning the world in filth and distortion

Forfeit my injured soul, this affliction I respire!

Heal this restless spirit — that bestowed naught

Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate — I consign!

Heal my heart, my weeping soul…

I consign this putrid flesh

I’ll leave my conscience to die

A barrenness of dreams and anticipation;

Life and hope shrivel into the void

Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate — I consign!

Heal my heart, my weeping soul…

I consign this putrid flesh

In this pantheon of sorrow

We are everything, yet nothing!

And as long we’re breathing

The burden devoid of conclusion!

Unaided I slither — ravaged, silent and alone

I smoulder in anxious strife;

I decline these exhausted remnants of decay

The world is coming to an end;

a vast ocean of disease…

All hope is lost… or perhaps this is the cradle of salvation

I must tranquil these turbulent waters

No more expressions shall leave my trait…

No further words shall be spoken

This illness they conceived broke my tired wings