Dark Corner - Abysmal Growls Of Despair

This life makes me long for hell

Did I bring this torment upon myself?

Desperation more than blinds

I carved out my eyes

And placed them on the wrong altar

A fruitless sacrifice

It’s not a flesh wound

That bled the sable tears of Acheron

It will damn me to all I ever longed for

Damn me to Xura, the void within

Where the long empty days silently fade

Into cold black years, and existence

Slowly congelates into a hiemal eternity

The glacier, internalized, that place

To which all roads and rivers lead

Eventually

Eternally

That nocturnal realm where

The stars have long since drowned

And caved in upon themselves

Their spectral fires blaze

Inverted and black

Draining the realm of light

The sky screams in constant agony

As it attempts to rip itself apart

It bleeds hiemal streams

Of perpetual sorrow

They flood the blackened earth

Snuffing the vitae

From all that they touch

A melancholy chill lingers

In the dismal harbor

Where the shadowy waters collect

Infinity’s hell-black depths