The Rotting Land - Abscess

Beyond the flames

All tomorrow’s yesterdays

Erupt in the dim

A glistening red burst

Old wounds heal

While fresh stitches

Are torn wide

A skull lind path winds

Forever onward

Distorted trees reach

And cover all

With suffocating silence

The lack of light

Intoxicating

The rotting land assuring

Nauseating

All days are one