Haemorrhage of Hatred - Paramaecium

The dead who crave not life, I know not why they lie there floating

They lie devoid of thought, bereft of life and drown in sorrow

Sometimes they scream as life is deprived of them

Life is no dream and death holds no final end

We all must die

Hacking away with the sword at the earth, at the mounds of soil

I try to recover the dead but get naught for my toil

The corpses lie around me in various states of decay

And no matter how hard I try I can’t bring life to their day

Even by touch of the sword they refuse to awaken

And I know they seek life not

And I know they like to rot forever

Even their lives were of no worth

If in their eyes they hate the truth even if it sets them free

Now is not the time to revive

My mind revolts at this revelation

How can it be that they lie calmly in their graves

Resisting life as it pulls at their heart strings

Their cold eyes ever rejecting the truth?

I run with naught in mind but to leave that hateful place behind

I enter darkened earth where Desyr has waited for me from the day of my birth

I cross the bridge of grace along a well worn path

To satiate my flesh within the one they call Desyr

Sorrow, my contemplating

Loving hours passed, I spent my life anticipating sorrow

Thy cold embracing felt like love back then

But now I know that I was tasting sorrow