The Plea

Awakening again

Skin is cold and wet

Covered in writhing tendrils

No idea how long it's been

Passed out long ago, was dragged

Echoes of those past transgressions

The accuser leads the way

The fool

He thinks he can just step away?

The judgement will come

The axe will fall

This sinner, he thinks he can shrug off the blame?

His head will roll

His head must roll

Thrown to hands and knees

The tendrils recede and before the accused

A great big mass of orphaned limbs

Shudders and squirms

Cold, gray, rotten flesh

Builds a shaky and pallid foundation

Corrupted arms produce a face

Lifted high in exaltation

Panicked fear races through the accused

Silence only broken by hideous squelching

A hundred legs, a thousand arms

Play together in a foul symphony

The fool

He thinks he can just step away?

The judgement will come

The axe will fall

This sinner, he thinks he can shrug off the blame?

His head will roll

His head must roll

I know this

I know this place

Why I'm

Why I'm here

Center and the source

Of this hollow ache

The trial is set to begin

The judge, accuser and the accused

No question of guilt

No proof required, just a sentence

Let it show

He was given all and loved nothing

Let it show

He deserves this pain

What are the crimes?

What are we to judge this poor thing, this lost soul?

We'll not punish it further

Has it not endured this

It came to join us here

What are we to judge?

Suicide, a lost cause

Instead, we'll choose nurse it

Can it not learn from this and become improved?

(Hello young one

What brings you here?

Are you in pain?

What do you need?

What did you hope to do here?

What would you have us do with you?)

With all that has transpired

Above this cold, dark world

The only thing required

The one thing that is wished for

Is to feel nothing now

To be relinquished from this

From this pathetic form

And to no longer endure

(And are you sure?

Do you know what you ask

To feel nothing at all

To cease to exist?)

Truncated limbs

Swirl in a grotesque ballet

This empty face

Looks on without blame

And slithers closer

As countless snakes

Nothing ever seemed so sweet

As the thought of not existing

To no more think or feel

Or to dwell here any longer

To exist out of time

And never be a bother

To return to the dust

And feel annihilation

(This we can do for you

My hand can take you from here

We can take all that's left

And throw it away as you have)

The arms reach out

And grab these barren remains

Rotten hands rip open the jaw and crack the bones

Thick black fluid flows from dancing fingertips

Down an unwilling throat

And fills the void with rot