One more

Not another

Circumvent

The eye of mother

 

Two more still

Now with your brother

Don't drown alone

He won't recover

 

Covenants

Give false directions

No faulty paths

Imperfect perfection

 

The facade enticed you

A rigged tug-of-war

Why put up a fight?

What's half a drink more?

 

Perhaps a fifth

The walls remain

Feebler now

It eased the pain

 

Clandestine resurgence

Another dose

Strengthening blows

Comatose

 

Down to beams

Dead skin falls

Why put up a fight?

Though standing less tall

 

Final exception

Swear it's the last

On vacant graves

Your lot has been cast

 

Now a foundation

Not fit for a rat

No bed for the carcass

Too fat

 

Transience

Your sight's been restored

Stolen then

By the lying horde