Curse Seeping Through Flesh

Deathlike visions silence the tumultuous.
Eyes cut from the skull of mankind.
Hands bound in prayer to the endless,
to the abyss, neither above or below.
A cremation of thoughts formed in the matter of silence,
and boils to the surface the substance which gathers to corrode and wither.
To seep through the carnal and to decay flesh to dust.