Aug 18, 2010

Waste not, haunt not...

The ghost of future death

Haunting all beloved moments

A cursed reminder everyday,

Damnation bleeding through…

Each kiss

Eternal…constantly growing,

My flesh reeking of flames to come,

Silently screaming for absolution,

The faint light, too far gone…

No salvation

Prayers rising, prayers dying,

Pure as the blood that fuels sin,

Dark, just like the martyr’s hymn,

Prayers born, prayers forgotten

Wasted tears

I reckon that all meaning will be gone,
And all my thoughts just won’t belong,

My head I’ll lay upon my altar,

Between my own monuments…

…Of Death and Forgetfulness

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