Excision

Soaking in idolatry
Thrown upon the stage
Acting parts that never work
Just seem to fit the age
Recreation had its place
When times lacked consequence
Infernal schemes
For drowning dreams
Are primed with arrogance

Never will I wonder
What it's like to die
Mired in the woes of man
Too blind to be denied
Seduced by premonition
An evil held so nigh
Another slave of substance
Essence priced to buy

I've done my mother's
Heart no good
With sordid acquisitions
A faulty cast
Entrenched in past
Societal demolitions
Confined at times
By hopeless lines
Dividing man from malice
Embracing all that shouldn’t be
Find my arms have calloused

Another slave of substance
Essence priced to buy
Funny that I never wondered
What it's like to die
Seduced by premonition
An evil held so nigh
Too mired in the woes of man
Too blind to be denied

Lately, I have wondered
What it's like to die
Freedom from the woes of man
A vision from outside
Seduced by only nothing
The fear that's held so nigh
A casualty of substance
The peace you cannot buy

Gangrenous body and soul
Heart scarred from elation
Lie there rotting on the couch
Deadened by sensation
Paralyzed in static white
Flickered television
Succumbing to the lack of feel
No lonelier excision