Laugh lines indent fractured structures
Drill bits to fit beneath the bone
Decline; supplant the space between
What's there, what's left; Aberrant thief
Vacuous predation drive it out
Here I go, Here I go
Help me dig one big hole, a place to
Fall face first; crushed to dust
Nucleation
Sundered
Stuck in the push
A phantom to manifest all truths will now be laid bare
A cracked heart
A phage of nations
My small part
Of disintegration
A scar's length
These compound fractures
To see the white
To see everything that is inside
It wasn't supposed to be like this
My smashed crown kisses the ground
My supplicant duty ruined, renewed by all that's around
Waters rushing beneath me
One small push is all he needs
Was there ever a more perfect time for murder?
The ice below looks so beautiful, one deep shove
Cup your hands and close your eyes to the effort
Clear your mind, let me take over. It's not over.
The old adage claims I'm breaking apart
But if I gave it credence I'd be back at the start
A culling
Affliction
credits
from Description of a Struggle,
released April 30, 2018
Quinton - Drums/vocals
Jordan - Guitars/vocals
Davis Corl - Trombone
Chris Gillette - Tenor Saxophone