Behind These Filthy Panes - De Arma

Yellow and fulled and poisoned

The light that spills

Flowing like pus

Bearing a thousand stinking ills

Will it clean these blackened wounds?

And carry this filth away?

Will it heal a rotting mind?

And bring light back to the day?

Suffocationg tides of grey crush my world

Causing my flesh to shiver

I don’t want to inhale their reek

Spew burns my gorge as in enters

The dirt pours into me

Through my eyes, my ears, my skin

Limbs to dead sticks

Meat turns to cancer

What form of malaise lurks

Behind a veil of glass so stained?

Besmirched by the shades

Of a thousand desecrations

Tainted and degraded

By the whims of the malnourished

Twitched fingers carry the contagion

That burns the souls of those who remain