Exanimis Dolor - The Cataclysm Within

The walls press closer with every breath, stone and silence gnawing my chest. No exit promised, only the void, I am a casket already occupied. My knees grind raw against the altar floor, skin torn open, searching for answers, only to be ignored. I feel the firmament fractures within me, a sky of obsidian and amethyst breaking in waves. I claw and crawl through the corridors of ruin, entombed beneath sorrow and despair. Every motion is swallowed in silence, and leaves me gasping for air. I claw, I crawl, yet only deeper I die. The cataclysm within, buries me inside. A furnace smolders beneath my ribs, wrath seething in volcanic sleep. The flame consumes its own shadow, the eruption never complete. The silence bends and cracks in screams, echoes of ruin shred my dreams. What I bury erupts in agony, an apocalypse wretched callously. I claw and crawl through the corridors of ruin, entombed beneath sorrow and despair. Every motion is swallowed in silence, and leaves me gasping for air. I claw, I crawl, yet only deeper I die. The cataclysm within, buries me inside. Walls collapse upon my spine, blood turns black in stagnant time. The pillars of my soul condemned, The body breaks, the spirit seethes, This temple was built as a sanctuary, But blood is claustrophobic in its disease. I claw and crawl through the corridors of ruin, entombed beneath sorrow and despair. Every motion is swallowed in silence, and leaves me gasping for air. I claw, I crawl, yet only deeper I die. The cataclysm within, buries me inside.