Tumid Falsity (Chapter I)

TUMID FALSITY (CHAPTER ONE)
A bribery of treason containing ripened scars,
Unlatch the keyhole of blackened moans.

Encoded with breeds of pain swirled with rotting roses,
Drained with the headache alongside disarray.

Encircled with bloodened sheets with human flesh,
The sloth of man dispels hope of a rising horizon.

Internal lives the leech of horror and devastation,
Suffocated behind thawed lies shielding from downward light.