In Death - Is Life br br So imminently visible - this cloaked innocent guilt br Sentenced to a lifetime, a second of structured chaos br Trampled by the ferocious, raging crowds of solitude br I'm the soil beneath me soaking up the sustenance of my own death br br Extradited to the gods of chance, the deities of all things random br Alive, multicolored, twitching in their dead monochrome world br br In Death - Is Death br br Iridescent to the searhing eyes, I'm all things vivid in a world of grey br So easily spotted, so easily claimed in this domain where all is prey br br My thoughts a radiant beacon to the omnidirectional hunter-god radar br I'm a markerlight of flesh to these subconscious carnivores br I am them. I am teeth. I'm their arousal at the kill br Feasting on self. A schizoreality warp.