I am the marrow beneath splintered bone,

The whisper in silence where shadows have grown.

Purity, fragile—its light but a stain,

A veneer of hope I dissolve into pain.

I wreathe the earth in tendrils that choke,

Slick ichor of anguish, each promise bespoke.

Your sanctity crumbles, it rots at my touch,

For virtue is filth; I’ve seen far too much.

Breathe me in, I am the air that decays,

The weight on your chest as the light slips away.

(“Crawl, let the sickness seep through your veins”)

(“Fall, let the whispers drown out your chains”)

I am the hunger that gnaws at your soul,

The fissure that swallows your desperate control.

(“Cry, let the purity fracture to dust”)

(“Die, let corruption replace your trust”)

I seep through the cracks of your zealous façade,

The thrones of your gods fall to chaos unthawed.

Virtue is weak—a façade to suppress,

Its gleam is a lie, its purpose regress.

My corruption is scripture, my gospel: decay,

Each soul I caress turns to ash in dismay.

I am entropy’s hymn, the unmaker of peace,

The bastion of filth where your hope will decease.

Breathe me in, I am the air that decays,

The weight on your chest as the light slips away.

(“Crawl, let the sickness seep through your veins”)

(“Fall, let the whispers drown out your chains”)

I am the hunger that gnaws at your soul,

The fissure that swallows your desperate control.

(“Cry, let the purity fracture to dust”)

(“Die, let corruption replace your trust”)

Do you hear it? The shattering choir—

Every scream, every sob, every purge of desire.

They sought absolution in crystalline guise,

But purity blinds, and now purity dies.

Breathe me in, I am the air that decays,

The weight on your chest as the light slips away.

(“Crawl, let the sickness seep through your veins”)

(“Fall, let the whispers drown out your chains”)

I am the hunger that gnaws at your soul,

The fissure that swallows your desperate control.

(“Cry, let the purity fracture to dust”)

(“Die, let corruption replace your trust”)

I am the stillness, the end of all song,

In the soil of purity, I’ve thrived all along.

No resistance remains, your innocence slain,

For in ruin, I prosper—perfection in pain.