Under starless skies I wander Shunned by lunar light My cold hands still bleeding tar Still I know what I can’t find As I enter the archway of nightmares again
The weight of decuman infamy Triturates me from within Stentorian whispers haunt me For I stole an errant ghoul’s face
This light so agleam through a door left ajar A sacramental sign sent from afar? It is encompassed by black And I hear their cries: “It’s the sootiness of the burning skies!”
Losing the loom, facing the gloom Oh let this be my final fall Through the bouffant ashes of this life Without fail there is no way to atone
The scent of withered foliage and soil It smells like coming home Deep-pale clouds reach into the earth To unite with my last breath And out of a now clear sky Long gone calmness surrounds me My last hope for this world comes true For my last thought is of you
I am nothing! I cannot hold you…
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