As if they know, they've left me low.
Caved in to breathe dark air to show
   Though I insisted,
   They never desisted,
And now I feel the agent grow.
Like manmade lava, thought subdued,
It creeps and spreads, so slow and crude;
   Then burns every part of me,
   If I so much as sense it free.

To set it free is
A Blasphemy.

I never thought my life's so short
By trifling with their troubles brought.
   Though I acted,
   Though distracted,
I feel the glass stretched thin and taut.
Corrupt advice: my only guide.
Liquids, powders, gas collide.
   Intakes every part of me,
   If I so much as hear it free.

To set it free is
A Blasphemy.

My battered paws fight blood-stained claws.
Might no one else confront the cause?
   On hunting grounds
   I hunt the sound
Of breathing from my open pores.
The flash itself deskins my eyes,
Dust before my body dies:
   The fate of every part of me,
   If I so much as see it free.

To set it free is
A Blasphemy.

Thoughts were never clashing, whether
Gnashing morals pained forever.
   Feel your presence,
   Taste my essence,
You'll kill me first, or we together.
A gush of oil, liquid coal
It starts consuming coloured soul.
   Will coat every part of me,
   If I so much as touch it free.

To set it free is
A Blasphemy.

"So our battle's waged to the seventh day.
You may not feel or walk that way.
   For you or I
   Will surely die -
We'll see which side shall pass away..."
Ceres can't resist the Earth.
We don't think Hell could be much worse.
   Nothing left of you or me
   If I so much as taste it free.

To set it free is
A Blasphemy.


(Copyright 2006 © Matthew Ainge)