Asclepius -

Tools to fix, Weapons to kill

Grown inside rot me from within

Seeds so deep to my surprise

A shadow drawn to hypnotize

Fleeting fix to a bigger concern

To the past I look and yearn

With sullen eyes I grip at myself

It tries to decimate

Impulse with fear

These thought falls into relapse

My inner self upon it calls

When we tread within these narrow halls

Fleeting fix to a bigger concern

To the past I look and yearn

With sullen eyes I grip at myself

It tries to decimate

I Thought I was above

Above equilibrium

Now Knowing heals so worse

When you’re suffocating inwards

I now bleed on the script

Thought I was above

Above equilibrium

It comes, it goes, but it never goes away

Always through my horrid dismay

Shapes, no form which has no name

A voiceless cry for those unnamed

Drink from my only sight

Draining into the parasite

Smash the doors which was once set

Striking fastest upon the weakest epithet

Landscapes once barren reshapen and widen

A ray of light upon antimatter surface

Death means nothing when I’ve regained purpose

I Thought I was above

Above equilibrium

Now Knowing heals so worse

When you’re suffocating inwards

I now bleed on the script

I will not perish

Defeatist, never

As below

Out within

Asclepius

Wielding the rod of Asclepius

On wings we fly so treacherous