Thrash my revenant form against the gathering dark
That swarms in purulent configurations
I swear I could hear someone calling out from that muck,
the cadence of a voice I hoped never to hear again;
a phantom's cruel whispering to take dignity in the end
Something follows
It has festered in the dungeons of consciousness
And I have heard the hissing wreckage of its call
"To be truly worthless is to be nothing given form
And to waste yourself
is to leak that nothing into the wretched soil-
and waste yourself you must,
to echo all the nothing you have wrought"
Ruined fingers of light caress filthy skin.
The smothering arms of mercy caress feeble frame.
Thrash my revenant form against the gathering dark
I have slept for decades now
and when I awake, I won't ever be the same;
Something has found me
Something has followed me to my end
It was at the edge of every vision
It lived in the salt of every disgusting tear
Devouring silently like rust, like the end...
The end of the final page
Welcoming and warm
The answer was so obvious all along
Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
|
