The Rot

This world—Cruel with pain Guides my way below There’s no way to see The love I’ve been bestowed Pitch black wailing cave Panicked but not alone Reaching hands will behold My ritual You take part in I drain you cold Where all warmth has been Has been Blight will reign down upon All who cross me Every limb bears the rot Flagrant disease Carries you into a fever dream Colonize the truth breeding agony Cold sweat cascading with the storm Flooding through your veins Drowned in apathy All helping hands A farce to me Crawling vines Stranglehold my mind I know not love I know not warmth I know just sorrow I only take I know not love I know not warmth I know just sorrow I only take Only take My ritual You take part in I drain you cold Where all warmth has been Has been

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025