Myopic Empire

Diseased, the inner sanctum dies
Rhapsodized, before your sightless eyes
Demise, Tartarus in disguise
Your words, all but stigmatized

Like a body without soul and a sacrifice of faith
The desire to be flesh, yet forced to abdicate
Pain - myopic empire

Shelter to a venal mind
Subsistence within your own decline
You betrayed me to my face
Though professing to seek the truth
Nowhere near a fleshless decay
Your relinquished purity of youth

And in all incessant bitterness
A lack of comprehension
Intoxicated by my suffering
Thou shalt suffer, too