In Death - Is Life

So imminently visible - this cloaked innocent guilt
Sentenced to a lifetime, a second of [bad word] chaos
Trampled by the ferocious, raging crowds of solitude
I'm the soil beneath me soaking up the sustenance of my own death

Extradited to the gods of chance, the deities of all things random
Alive, multicolored, twitching in their dead monochrome world

In Death - Is Death

Iridescent to the searhing eyes, I'm all things vivid in a world of grey
So easily spotted, so easily claimed in this domain where all is prey

My thoughts a radiant beacon to the omnidirectional hunter-god radar
I'm a markerlight of flesh to these subconscious carnivores
I am them. I am teeth. I'm their arousal at the kill
Feasting on self. schizoreality warp. The contradiction fulfilled

Focus the only means to see me back to life's unending swirl
reversal of passing away, as the world of dead, as away is now my origin