Catastrophe in Flesh

The result of a tragedy
A catastrophe made in flesh
As one of a million
Oddities in human suffering

Enwrapped in skin, imprisoned and cocooned
Like a moth with torn off wings
Crestfallen, helplessly trapped in a vessel
Alive but cast in concrete

It´s a last masterpiece
The final composition of creation
A symphony of disability
To the stable pounding of heart

The feeling of blood pumping
Unable to slit the vein
Artificial respiration
Life made possible due to machines

Abandoned hopе during countless hours
Life in a real nutshеll, suicide
Craving for murder, crush the machine
Begging for someone to end this agony

It´s a last masterpiece
The final composition of creation
A symphony of disability
To the stable pounding of heart

Constant desire to scream
To make yourself heard
Sick of being the subject
Of their experiments ending up in pain

Umbral entities are recurring
Rising to examinate
Deliberating, unable to decide
Unable to end this suffering

Where there is a will
There is not always a way
The only remedy is accepting
The inner peace in the eternal now
Imprisoned forever, locked in
Imprisoned forever, locked in