The Black Bile - Medico Peste

I saw my eyes flood with bile

Susceptible minds so easily scathed

Entrails burning with gangrene

And angst builds the devil’s spider nest

Yet we dwell in bardo with outstretched arms

Bowing our heads as we wait to be baptized

In a great lake of gloom

In the black bile, cold and dry

Filled with excess, filled with angst

Melancholic waiting for mercer

Soaked in black bile, cold and dry