Abscess Time - Pyrrhon

Swollen, it swelters in its veil of flesh

Contagion restrained by a trembling crust

The stench of our failures, confined under pressure

Fermenting in darkness, awaiting a rupture

Liquid debasement perverting the body

And when our old cells can hold back no longer

And the murmur of sepsis grows too loud to smother

Our sins will burst forth for the whole world to see

Our ocean of pale, sickly sweetness flowing free

Fluid confession consuming the city

The rush of our pus will bleach the cruel streets

For when all is corruption, no act is obscene