In Death - Is Death

Iridescent to the searhing eyes, I m all things vivid in a world of grey
So easily spotted, so easily claimed in this domain where
all is prey
My thoughts a radiant beacon to the omnidirectional
hunter-god radar
I m a markerlight of flesh to these subconscious carnivores
I am them. I am teeth. I m their arousal at the kill
Feasting on self. A schizoreality warp. The contradiction
fulfilled
Focus the only means to see me back to life s unending swirl
A reversal of passing away, as the world of dead, as away is now my origin