terror soul

Don’t notice me when I cry tonight
Hiding in the darkest cracks from sight
Facing the cold with no firelight
Draw me like water in the pool of cess
Rotting and bloated from excess of stress
Hiding behind a shadow of death
I long in sleep for the succession of breath
Dreaming in haste for the end of unrest
When it comes to handle me harshly to hell
To loosen my flesh from its mortal shell
Lending me weight to struggle to my cell
Cast your eyes to the face of the sky
Forget this moment in the objects that fly
Turn back to the love of all lies
The internal gloat and the malady of self
The perversions of flesh and the consumption of wealth
Die as I in the quiet of stealth