Acid Voices - The aether vomits faceless lust
And tear and cling and lure as bodies turn to dust
Absent Senses doze in lonely infant dreams
A herd of hearts gone hard unheeded and unseen
All the rotten hope, soar like specters into the night
That's where we go to die.
Silent Sirens lapse into omniscient scorn
And bleed out broken pearls, black, dreary and forlorn.
Starving statues - Shells of flesh desist to will
A daw soughs near and near, a broken brow falls still.
Vitriolic vows seep like ichor out of torn minds
That's where we go to die
Where we can not tell
Corpse from soil
Rest from death
Hope from loss
Men from hell
Dusk bleeds its sallow glee onto this braided limbs.
Sere souls crest searing depths.
Behold: a silent beast.