case file - worldeater

I am that I am
arisen bruised, arid, broken
of languid bones, weary flesh
acquainted with night, sweet mortality
a martyr in suffering
a lesson in drowning
gentle perception lays upon mine
horned eyes to a tortured angel
unknown in prying light
taken under the wing of violence
transmuted by blood
silenced by inadequacy
rendered unidentifiable
given life, birthed to end

I am that I am
in intangible longing
perverse sacrilegion
and dying in tens

I am that I am
as the weight of the world
fails to hold up around me
I am that I am