Laceration - Elend

Hollowed by the pain

I feel the rage coming in

Suffocating waves

As a wreck in the streams of my bloodied kin’s blood

I dreamt of timessaturnine when the festring might

Enflamed our hearts to the point where the lacerating

Was a joy…

It was a joy!

And then, whenthe Vision’s gone

And Death’s unformed

I am torn

Our eyes are enslaved by the sight of the pyres

Cast under the yoke of our own death

Uttermost the drugs that have led us thus far

The eyes, the poison, the vision, the might

But still we dont probe the silence

Here I am rolled and rolled by the stream

The state of foam

The moaning of the winds

Over

The

Cracked roads

Through the reeds

Of the

Marches

Hollow voices

Blow

And the leaves

Bow down

To

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