The Morbid Delay Collapse/ Layers of Flesh For Repentance Eqaul to Nothing

This heat festers bringing the blood to a boil,
Instantly we vanish in her final thoughts,
The creation of life was nothing more than joke,
We all forgot the punchline synchronizing our eulogies,
Halfway through the threshold we bend to the break,
Spelling out the years of depravity with ease,
Stretching the surface that dug beneath our dreams,
Leaking in the cracks come realities rethought only at dawn,
Fingertips press down to eject the souls we reject,
Eager to find the next portal through the other side of existence,
Our punishment is denial and we accept it with a false idol at our feet,
The tenants of our deepest fears resign with no hesitation,
Leaving us to become products of society's devices,
This torment will never begin to cease as I beg her to answer,
Voices fill this hallway and we cover our naked bodies in the skins shed,
Sewing together the last remaining fragments of consciousness,
The sky can open up and show us it's hungry mouth,
Salivating at the sight of corrupted innocence,
She has left us here to wither,
Falling deeper into her madness now we beg,
Needing only a piece of her false solace,
Strangling the roots for traces of nourishment,
Lying in the fallen arches of salvation long departed,
Her name will fill us with the thickest confusion,
Each letter a trigger for insanity,
I swim deeper inside her entrails,
Tonguing my way through the skin from the insides,
Waiting for her to answer my voice silenced,
Slicing her open with the softest touch from outside in,
I can only bleed that which she breathes,
When the sky opens up,
She will beg me to come inside,
To devour your reality with ravenous anger,
Bringing about a cold so intense,
Freezing over all emotion self created,
She is the reason the sky is falling,
And I can smell her fear with my hands tied down

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Pressure tends to collapse the air around us,
With the absence of vision they all saw it for what it was,
Reaching deeper in the hole for new questions,
Never quiet understanding the reasons for these actions,
Acting on instinct or something more sinister,
Pushing the boundaries down with weak arms,
Ignoring the obvious in front of us,
Leaning on the crutch of false comforts,
Scratching the light to a dim glow,
Knowing nothing of the outside world,
Only the pictures to remind us of the forgotten,
Spilling the contents with no regard for the consequence,
Balancing on the edge of complete loss,
These are the places we find ourselves,
Wrapped in out scared realities,
Splinting the truth to a point of non existence.
Something in the air pushes us deeper,
Whispering to overlook the pressure,
To withdraw our intents and begin the descent,
Reduce the chaos to a quiet hum.
Lean back and absorb the pressence of failure,
This melancholy is all we'll ever gain,
Time is nothing more than an illusion,
Progress is only a word with no meaning,
Salvation awaits in the abandonment of humanity,
Welcome it for all it's worth,
Never question the void's callings,
Damnation is this waking life,
The pressure will collapse these lungs,
So enjoy it while it's here,
This is eternal.