Shroud of Blight - A Nostalgic Presence of Rotting Flesh

I'm pulling threads
counteract, leaving my soul
are we just wasting time?

just a shadow of a desperate moment
reaching to break the surface
until you'd pull onto my veins
until I reach into non existence


lies come crashing down
and I will let the colossal shadow
of my former self
collide into a shadowless entity
breaching a twilight of purposeless misery
(only the heavens can see me now)

let me delve in deep for you
and reach for you again

your saliva running down my throat
an acidic taste
burning, and swelling
I will cut myself for you
please let me wake
I will cut myself for you
do not return

rape me to sleep
and bludgeon me senseless
emptiness fills my soul
sorrow calls out your name
from the void, an abysmal fragment
of a past that haunts me unto death
I will die for you

I can't remember myself
leave me drunk in your lust
paranoia leaves me asphyxiating

I will rejoice those nights
your words crushed open my chest
a hole inside of me
gapes open wide
a nostalgic fear
leaves me
as my corpse crawls into a desolate space

tears... stream down my face
lies..... consume my soul