by Nick Gisburne
I pull the shattered scarab from the clay
A shock, a cold connection, grips my heart
The paralysing tendrils of decay
Contaminate, divide, and twist apart
The whispers of a nightmare brush my face
A suffocating evil, septic, sick
They slip inside the mind to take its place
Dismantling my soul, they pry and pick
Unlocked, unleashed, a nauseating curse
Awakens in the shadows of my skin
Immortals, spawned beyond this universe
Impatient for the madness to begin
The demons of apocalypse descend
And I, alone, bear witness to the end
