Dragons of Putrescence

by Cyanidic Rapture

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1.
Let the noise begin Let the noise begin! Shots fired from the rooftops Hot blood on the ground Cold metal in the hand Capsules dancing beneath the tongue Footsteps pounding stairs Backwards creep up to the ledge Shouting words, clicking metal Bite, swallow, jump and fall Rapid descent terminal Then velocity shifts Float into the ether Watch the meat disintegrate
2.
06:50
Blackened sight; racing heart Screaming silence screams so loud No one to hear; no one here Hallucinations guide the mind Ties that bind; tearing flesh Scrape the sinews that confine the soul Cold enclosure; warmth is fleeting Life slowly seeps from the vessel Truths concealed; lies revealed One won’t be missed from the hive Random incident; pointless death Fake sincerity from the masses Works of one’s life - nullified Over time or in an instant Abandonment - of all one’s hope Give in to one’s mortality Choked of breath; all speech gagged Attempts to cry out made in vain No point to struggle; no fight left Conclusion all but written out All exploits lost; life lived for nothing Embrace futility in all its splendor Find the power; focus the will Escape the vessel before it expires Truths concealed; lies revealed One won’t be missed from the hive Random incident; pointless death Fake sincerity from the masses Works of one’s life - nullified Over time or in an instant Abandonment - of all one’s hope Give in to one’s mortality Defined - by bones and tissue Hard to communicate while immaterial Observe one’s life - through distant eyes Watch the flesh become soil Float in the air; succumb to turbulence Become one with the wind Eyes forever open; forced to view it all A fate so cruel
3.
03:23
Acute awareness Time standing still A loss of function An idiopathic origin Crashing to the ground Spasms of violence Blood fills the mouth As disorientation mounts Existing nowhere Body writhing Lashing out No control Mortality fleeting Limbs still flailing Thrashing about No control Contusions accumulating Whipped into pulp Unwillingly throttled from this Mortal coil Watching the corpse writhe Like headless poultry A violent end To corporeal life
4.
05:35
Empty eyes staring blindly, no souls within Evacuated mindless meat sacks, writhing with sin No empathy for others, a self-sufficient state Endless derision presides, no point in hate A careless swarm builds up, delighting in others’ pain Absorbing all that horrifies, indulgence without refrain Ambiguous faces menace, gathering to terrorize the weak Abandonment of human nature, life’s outlook is bleak Confusion comes from the mirror, not sure of what they see A recognition of the shell, but the eyes are so empty Dismiss the changes in essence, concentrate on empty things Indulge in frivolous commodities, compete with suburban kings Conspicuous consumption reigns, in debt to actual wealth Stress builds exponentially, impeding on future health A brittle being remains, emptied of all commodity Becomes what was once mocked, yet now desiring sympathy
5.
04:01
A scheming behemoth Lies beneath his mask False happiness shows When the truth is misery All roads traveled No options left Searching for the answer To end the question of life Looking for something painless And something real No room for failure No desire to go on Studying the demise Of insidious empires Teutonic solutions Fill his mind with ideas Unethical acquisition Of cyanide salts Two small capsules in hand Bring a trip to the beyond All doubts extinguished No inkling to turn back He pops them in his mouth And swallows them down Scent of bitter almonds Lingers in the surrounds Collapsing in a heap His struggle won No warning signs To those unaware Only grief and sorrow Left in his wake
6.
From the dawning ages of man The meaning of life has been in question Philosophers observing the troubles of humanity Epiphanies achieved in times of reflection Manmade creations of absolution and punishment Designed to keep the masses in line An insidious construct built on fear and anger An ultimate failure with a hateful design It may not be hysterical But the wry humor can finally be seen A basic credo is all that’s needed Its simplicity seems fairly obscene “Nothing that we do matters But life is defined by what we do Eschew materialism for strength of character Give of ourselves in order to get through”
7.
04:27
Bereft of expression, no need to display humanity Beauty brings no delight, just a reminder of past failures Negative responses received from all forms of pleasure Symptoms of dysphoria prevalent in everyday life No longer existing in an enjoyable environment Repeating pointless actions day after day Life’s unrelenting cycle breeds an urgent need for peace Solitude the only desire that remains within A vast world surrounds, but nothing sparks interest A nagging desire to become one with apathy Narcoleptic fits ensue, an ineffective escape mechanism Few emotions left inside one that’s almost numb Disposable relationships too frequent for concern No joy in human contact, the revulsion set deep within To hear the limitless inanity brings extreme aggravation Viewing all forms of life through disconnected eyes
8.
06:57
Black chards smoldering in the late summer air Burnt flesh immolated beyond all repair Mangled metal machines lay desecrated All the victims have been eviscerated Gasoline and entrails scent the environs Smells barely choked out by screams of the sirens Traffic stopped for miles in every direction Rubbernecking to see the botched dissection Victims in car one - thieves of money and life Murdering in cold blood to escape from strife Victims in car two - officers of the law Working with the thieves; caught in corruption’s claw Foiled by a stalled semi in pursuit of greed Colliding with its fuel tanks at blinding speed A massive explosion brings fate to them all A more gruesome end for those deep in sin’s thrall Now forever bound to their scene of demise Watching the cars pass in infinite reprise Purgatory earned through their machinations Always reminded of their limitations
9.
03:09
A being born and raised in ignorance Another empty vessel for society Consistently engorged by false idolatry It brings no value to its sheltered way of life Content to exist and never to grow No new ground broken, no progress to reflect on Indulging in the same routines day after day It takes comfort in its false security It has no worries as it’s welcomed by the hive Built of one mind with functional intelligence A faceless swarm of meat and bone Insignificant drones in the world’s revolution When it falls, it’s replaced by two others Multiplying like a virus in infected tissue Another statistic with a life full of emptiness No one to embrace the inconsequence of its fate
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Ten tracks of experimental industrial chaos.

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released December 9, 2008

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Jason Vincion Redmond, Washington

I'm a brewer by trade, a writer of music and words, a nature photographer, and an occasional retro gamer.

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