The Withering Field
His stomach is stone
Built of revolt
Flesh betrays
And wastes away
Languishing days (Slothful)
Denial a road to the end
Jaundicing skin (Waxen)
Blood gone septic
A terrible curse (Hunger)
Growing inside
Abyss in the eyes (Empty)
Deepest waters
He is the bearer of bad news (Palms outstretched)
He is the withering field (Turning to dust)
He is the prodigal son (Inheritance lost)
Casting his pall
His stomach is stone
Built of revolt
Flesh betrays
And wastes away