Decayed and withered
Blank is the stare
Crooked hands and twisted hair
Vacant and cinereous
Lonesome tongues of the earth
Bare your flesh
Dread soaked
Entombed in its absence
Aimless degradation
Parched eyes
Entombed in its absence
A misspoken delusion
Bare your flesh
Porcelain one
Opulence outweighs your necessities
Let black waves overcome you
Shapeless, hopeless husk
Bellowing for an end
Wearying denier hang your head
Stomached deep
I seize no captivation
Stomached deep
An echoless fixation
Hum to me
Its violent imagery
And dull my bones
Decayed and withered
Blank is the stare
Crooked hands and twisted hair
Vacant and cinereous
Lonesome tongues of the earth
Bare your flesh
Forced to kneel in pitying shade
Perpetually punished by hammering flesh
Carve into my hands
A shapeless vision
Eased by blurs
Silhouettes are all I see
Wisps of nostalgic breeze
Hear the fading hymn
Drowse in the midmorning
Bedded deep in mournful caverns
It is all a burning memory