Conjoined

 
What are we decomposed of?
The body made of composites of decay
Skin like a green house to harvest death
Toxins permeate beyond the surface

This carcass a womb for growths like leeches
Gradually siphoning life from the eyes
Starving the host as it reproduces
Offspring of this world of curses
Doesn’t it have its father’s lies?

Parasites of suffering
Microscopic weapons of this invisible war
Coupled with the voice of doubt
Disease takes hold
Alive in subjugation to the kill

Resentments made manifest with regrets
Reaching for redemption just to heal
Speak life despite what it is you feel
Prospering in the temporal yet impoverished when our faith is ill

Cancer in layers
From heart and soul to flesh
Hopes deferred
Mind fatigued
Symptomatic in the form of vice…