On A Whim

Killing time suddenly becomes so exciting
As it's calling to the bottomless darkness
A rotten brain festers, ripening
Growing, flowering in the blighted malignance

It dreams beautiful things it could commit on a whim
Eating and spitting in a corpse, vomiting its worms
Splitting in half the living skull, filling it with concrete to the brim
As the decrepit cadaver heals and soothes and warms

Flesh is born anew, rugged tissue begins sipping through
Threads of reality, like hair, are rotting through endless seasons
As teeths grow soft and the skin pulls off, easier to chew
It reminds the brain of what once was gifted with reason

The treason to mankind is too beautiful, too scandalous
On a whim it could do all these awful, frightening operations
It ponders in a daily life so dull and boring, tired and ludicrous
It arms itself as dangerous thoughts become impossible weapons

Every living thing grows a corpse, every corpse a blooming flower
City streets becoming public gardens of death and devastation
Inside the mind all good things are gone, it lusts for newfound power
Dangerous things it brings to life satisfying whims of domination

Chaos and gore, forever more, occupy the frolicking mind
All that remains is evil, rampant needs never truly satisfied
Slowly wilting away, the blooming brain will forever grind
Against the crevices of the skull, ordinary evil personified.