Inward Bound - Virus

Dread swims through the bloodstreams

Floating back into the past

On the drift, voices wailing

A tone-deaf choir praising

It rotates inside the tomb

Coiled around a broken ladder

Infants swirl inside the womb

Retracting to their dense rooms

The taste of old words

The heart recoils and repents

Infected water spoils the well

A telescope through to hell

Inside my spacious cellar

I do not shine right

The blue light’s smooth

But it’s a dense void

Beneath my tongue, raw screams

I swim behind the lies and moan

The blue light’s smooth

But it won’t shine right

The stained internal sculpture

The holy infant inside the sun

A dead flower blooming

Listening out for the end

Inside my spacious cellar

I dot not shine right

The blue light’s smooth

But it’s a dense void

Beneath my tongue, raw screams

The crude voice of the soul

Underneath my hunger

My hermetic fowl interior land