Merchants

It's been seasons since the light flew from your eyes

I've murdered all the sides of me for you

The hues of blue that line your stare

So wide-eyed, stricken, unaware

Of all the little devils slipping through

We all possess the fate of mortal men

Tragic shadows of transitions as we progress toward our ends

The light so bright in you is bound to fade

Like merchants at black markets

We are knee-deep in the trade

Of life for dying

Earth has given birth to us in knots

We're Romans before crucifixes

Casting our lots

We're lucifers and jesuses

We're blowing our shots

At living in the truest of our forms

Where there is flesh our spirit light is blown away by storms

Of assimilation, this inclination is sailing in our veins

Like navigating mariners

Such paralysing pains

Will never leave us

Genetic strains of our weaknesses

That bend around the corners of the corridors

In our nightmares like Moloch, Ba'al and Abigor

Who stretch and jerk and cut at our skins

They never leave us

They never leave us.