Desolacion

Watching the wounds, you see them pass by,
you smile and one day they might attack...
and never imagining, you taste the suffering...
munching on, though I don’t want to, my defeat that’s beating now...
hit hard, hit and it hurts... this fever never forgives...
quickening sweats that will freeze.

Confused sensations, bitter comfort,
and this calm no longer deceives, it bursts and seeks...
your poison and my anxiety face off and once again you win...
hidden though I can’t escape, my decline that’s here today
is beneath anyone, tangled (impossible to break free).
Walled-off places, don’t cool what’s burning.

You prayed, sinning, the white is black...
throats are closed, life is screaming...
Dazed by my destruction, the decision is coming...
targeting the most precious almost never ends well,
self-imposed lockdowns... like hell confessing to God.
(Crucified) searching for desolation.

The remnants have vanished loving the desolation...