Dead By Tomorrow Waters Of Forgetfulness
The ravens are circling again above the headless, ragged
scarecrow, their feast is served under the scarlet sky. A
hangman shed the royal blood no one is in safe, aeons eat
the rusted crown and the memories of its owner. An old
skull shows the ravages of time, the smile on its face is
vanished in the dark. The great healer gulps everything
down like the hills swallow the setting sun. Memories
turn to ashes, caskets instead of cradles when the
hourglass became empty the ropes tighten around our
necks. The mortal coil falls to oblivion, embers are
f..cking cease to glow and the wind devours everything.
Seconds, minutes, and f..cking hours the deepest wounds
grow to scars, years, centuries and aeons the sand of
time erases epitaphs. The deepest wounds grow to scars,
the sand of time erases epitaphs.
