Last Of Life

Weak isolation
Systematic precision unfolds
Abandon your skin
Soul dispersed through
Third eye sense with visions
Of hope confined through misery
Pain induced through self
Desire flesh of the sun
Suffocating blood existence
Fully naked palace of flesh
Return to nothingness
Wounds will close to reveal
Yourself without desires
Disease runs blistering
Seducing spoiled flesh
Spirit soaring pure perfected
Transgression takes my heart
Lie on the earth despised
Poison tongue tastes of the dead flesh
Devour the signs of prophecy
Last of life
Immortal thoughts indure