Sons Of Perdition Lost In The Inner Heavens
Drywall, space, drywall
Like the covers of a hidden book
With pages scrawled in blackened blood
Pages withered and drawn in
A wordless, endless shriek
Dusty hair in front of the no-eyes
That forever scrutinize
The sturdy planks and cobwebs
A plastic tarp for a shawl
To wait out eternity
The amber light that falls
In like whispers through cracks
Dust hangs on still air
Like a million cosmonauts
Lost in the heavens
Lost in the heavens
Teeth yellowed like a rodent's
In gums the color of soot
And still that lovely auburn hair
Enshrouding the skull
And laying in clumps on the floor
Wedged in a space that only exists as a non-space
Wedged in a space that only exists as a non-space
Wedged in a space that only exists as a non-space
Wedged in a space that only exists as a non-space
