Demise Of The One That Conquered

Benign virus

On the verge of solitude

Malignant cure

On the brink of extinction



A flawless black

With an endless wrath

A tainted white

On a cleansing path



Both shackled by the face of red

A shadow of aggravation and indifference

An entity of desperation and short-termed bliss

The schizophrenic emptiness flowing through my veins

Burns and stings like a venomous bite

Abysmal loathing for the inner gemini

Catalyst for the final struggle



The mind floats between a two-dimensional world

Dividing the body, straining it's movement

Only one can reign this organic paradox

I need to shed my mirrored self



I am the final and the absolute

We are the just and the unjust

I am the beginning and the wavering

We are the irony of ourselves



The logic of this realm is clear

Yet distorted with no sense

It's purpose both revealed and hidden

Depending on the angle of sight



Bouncing violently in a vortex of tranquillity

A vivid calm showers me, leaving me dry and withered

Now a moving stagnation, forced to a standstill

Due to the imminent failure of the soul



Benign virus, on the verge of solitude

Malignant cure, on the brink of extinction



I am the final and the absolute

We are the just and the unjust

I am the beginning and the wavering

We are the irony of ourselves



I am the final and the winner

We are the end with no beginning

I am the final and the loser

We are the reversal of the living