Down, down root.
The darkness and mist of death forms about thy head.
The pity and mercy from thy heart has been bled.
You were wrong to trust your feelings to that of man.
They have stolen your soul from the burial van.
Down, down soul.
You see there is no light for one already damned.
The light you wait for has been left burning unmanned.
Forever the salt will scratch at your small pleasures.
Discover that death is the last earthly treasure.
No comments:
Post a Comment