And The Beat Goes On - Thavius Beck

Submerged in the scourge

I gorge then I purge

My pride

Not discouraged when the wick’s flame died

‘Cuz my broken window pane

Let inside the winds of change

Now the dust

The dirt

Disgust

The hurt’s

Quickly brushed of the shirt

And blown throughout my home

And personal sanctuary

Then placed in the cemetery

Barely back from the wake of the buried

But the sight of vacant eyes will never scare me

My daily walks amongst the living dead have well prepared me

And rarely do I encounter a character who can counter my theories

Lately I live the life of a loner and let none near me

Clearly these people ponder a way to author their slaughter

Slit wrists

Colorless in bath water

Yeah the clock doesn’t stop a single tick

When the soul and its rotting flesh split

And the former slips away

While the later half basks in decay

The day starts as the sunrays embark

On their routine excursion illuminating the dark

And all the fiendish perversions in which we take part

Along with all the beauty and the bliss

On this slowly turning granite balanced on it’s slanted axis

Consider the magnificence of we’re given access

Desire and action

The key to unlock the unknown

Spaces on this atlas

And within these fleshy cages

Before our own collapses and succumbs

Let these pages which are ageless carry with them what we’ve practiced