On the edge of an eroding cliff Soil plummets to the encroaching tide The sun fading below the horizon And the red washing deeper still Trembling hands Rust from rings and scars
As I began my ascension Eyes bright, cut jaw, allies surrounding me Never a gaze offered downward Never an axe off the nape
Callous foundation Calcified plinth Marbled erasure Plate xenolith
They spat on my name As I brought fire and chains And gouged from the earth “A trifling dissent” I smiled as I gave out the order Burgeoning eclipse
“Bring me their martyrs Bring me every single heathen's skull”
A silhouette in the anointed light A shadow cast deep over their progeny What little marl left in this unacclaimed tomb Seeded with apostasy
It's getting harder to stand up straight To placate the dust in my nerves with a roll of the shoulder To maintain a quiet stare with the mirror To reach out and clasp the wisps Of what semblance of principles remain They slip like coral crumbling in the reef The drifting gasp of a dying dog Tongue lolling, legs twitch Does their last thought lie with their keeper Or with their mother?
Chalk outlines in sitting positions Arms folded, legs crossed Heads tilted in mild disagreement Flat bruises on broken wrists A chronicle of amber and paranoia The glint snaps back to the prospect To the dying grass curled under toe To the abyss To the step To the shift To the pitch To the gore
A quaking breath lurching with pretexts A stuttering hiss dripping venom A dissonant aria of recompense A fetal crouch in totality Do these aerial hands push Or is it their weight that stirs my tread? Conclusions lost in the rush of silt and smog The few precious seconds till azure met
Solace has never felt so vacuous Clouding skies, gray from mold and rot The sun fading, and the red washing deeper still to the shore The red washing deeper still into blackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
