Myopic Empire

Diseased, the inner sanctum dies Rhapsodized, before your sightless eyes Demise, tartarus in disguise Your words, all but stigmatized Like a body without a soul And a sacrifice of faith The desire to be flesh Yet forced to abdicate Pain Myopic empire Shelter to a venal mind Subsistence within your own decline You betrayed me to my face Though professing to seek the truth Nowhere near a fleshless decay Your relinquished purity of youth And in all incessant bitterness A lack of comprehension Intoxicated by my suffering Thou shall suffer too