The Plea

Awakening again Skin is cold and wet, covered in writhing tendrils No idea how long its been Passed out long ago, was dragged Echoes of those past transgressions The accuser leads the way The fool He thinks he can just step away? The judgement will come, the axe will fall This sinner He thinks he can shrug off the blame? His head will roll, his head must roll Thrown to hands and knees The tendrils recede, and before the accused A great big mass of orphaned limbs Shudders and squirms Cold gray rotten flesh Builds a shaky and pallid foundation Corrupted arms produce a face Lifted high in exaltation Panicked fear races through the accused Silence only broken by hideous squelching A hundred legs, a thousand arms Play together in a foul symphony The fool He thinks he can just step away? The judgement will come, the axe will fall This sinner He thinks he can shrug off the blame? His head will roll, his head must roll) I know this place and why I'm here The center and the source of this hollow ache The trial is set to begin The judge, accuser, and the accused No question of guilt, no proof required Just a sentence Let it show He was given all and loved none Let it show He deserves this pain What are the crimes? What are we to judge? This poor thing, this lost soul? We'll not punish it further Has it not endured this? It came to join us here What are we to judge? Suicide, a lost cause Instead we'll choose nurse it Can it not learn from this and become improved? Hello young one, what brings you here? Are you in pain? What do you need? What did you hope to do here? What would you have us do with you? With all that has transpired above this cold, dark world The only thing required, the one thing that is wished for Is to feel nothing now To be relinquished from this pathetic form And to no longer endure And are you sure? Do you know what you ask? To feel nothing at all? To cease to exist? Truncated limbs swirl in a grotesque ballet This empty face looks on without blame And slithers closer as countless snakes Nothing ever seemed so sweet As the thought of not existing To no more think or feel Or to dwell here any longer To exist out of time And never be a bother To return to the dust And feel annihilation This we can do for you We can take you from here We can take all that's left And throw it away as you have The arms reach out And grab these barren remains Rotten hands rip open the jaw and crack the bones Thick black fluid flows from dancing fingertips Down an unwilling throat and fills the void with rot --- The Plea - Alustrium