In Putris Stagnum

Xanthochroid

At last, I have arrived 
My tired eyes survey this 
Cancerous growth 

A festering pool of worms 
Sickening to behold 
Reminding me of what was, 
And what becomes of buried dreams 

Of reasons, I have but one 
To rid myself of pain 
Shrouded in black fog 
I am beyond death 

“For those who seek pleasure and power, 
I'll make you beautiful 
Beyond your wildest dreams 
For I am he; 
The one said born of the gods 
But I must ask no less a price 
To dwell in you” 

I, relinquish body, mind, and soul 
My leprous skin and broken spirit 

I, long to see myself through your eyes 
Not with compassion but disgust 

Welcome, Death. 
I lay my mind to rest 
My faults I do detest 
At last, I fall 

“For those who seek pleasure and power, 
I'll make you beautiful 
Beyond your wildest dreams 
For I am he; 
The one said born of the gods, 
Long live our king” 

Here I'll stay 
I shall remain 
The air is warm, 
The water sweet to drink 

And here I'll stay 
I shall remain 
This wondrous Sound 
Envelops me