Rakoth Tiny Deaths
I leave grey ashes covering my sight self-sentenced to
exist
Atrocity of silence preys worst yet silence I crave
Leprous vultures feast upon my bones dancing round and
round my plagued still
Writhing corpse wraths arise to guide my steps beyond
arousing memories buried deep I thought buried deep
Burnt my cage with lies searching (the) dream to find a
cure
Crust of scorn upon my rusted empty shell
Playing life twisted sorry masquerade poisoned granted
tiny deaths to celebrate
Great... I have lost my worlds my universe I built in
tears and blood caught in childish snare in hollow abyss
hand-made for me alone
Why what a pity word regrets sorrow - just shallow
symbols lost in pain lost in vain lost the game of fear
that binds me to this self
Crawling to feel (the) sky below again I shall inhale an
emptiness but (the) healing for dire wounds of my sanity
out of reach of my morbid being
