Wistful Contraction in the Heart of Blight Lyrics

Ambrosial waft of scent-memories among the listless decay
As a rare tautness dishevels the flow and corrupts our resolve

Fallen to forlorn, a body (to) begrime
Embers of a bitter time
There, in the throes of despair
Pull that weight, fan that flame

Apathy beset form
Raze the sun
Lost...pulse

Casts one to stelliform
Cessation of earthly mold
Ruins – Ruins
no longer desirable?

Blighted in the unbearable lightness of being
As a specimen of divine folly; alone in our bodies

Pus and potency
In visions of disease
Impregnated with venom
Likened: a jolt to flesh

Wistfully
Contracting
Fading

We are done.
We are gone.