Zero Burn

I held a pedestal produced by Deffects
To nurture you with the sun.
Your shadows crippled my sight and Flesh
Now my fundaments stand Flawed with Grudge.

Forgivness led you back to Resentment
And your breath seems Gone
My carnal bloomings wanted something
But The Love you returned was clinical and numb

Like a collision of blood and Synthetics
We impaired ourselves with anthropoid dreams
How could we foresee the sickness
Or the Efflorescence spreading the Disease.

No ones going to understand
Your Rootless soul
No ones going to sell you any substance
For your Unaffected Hole.
The Detached Character -
- You will not Replace
And all the Frail patterns -
You left behind, were all in vain.
No ones going to overlook your cursory
No ones going to Follow your incoherent steps
Besides the afflicted Pulse in me
And all the growing angels of Death.