I fled this castles burning windows
To trudge across the blackened meadows
But this forest knows my faults
Before they're made
Its winding roots drag into promised graves
The swelling void which leads to nothing
So each lumbered step across the barren grey
Deprived of joy, bound in loathing
Evaporates into the spreading waste
Breath and blood, my own undoing
The pieces missing from the proper place
The sorrow spreading over harrowed face
The sombre slumber and the dreaded wake
The grave marked hole and the time it takes
And all that it takes from you
All that replaces you
Become the failures of your ruined hopes
The realisation all you truly know
Is the surface feeds on vanquished souls
You are a pile of blood and brittle bones
Bound to break
But a heart of nothing bears the greater weight
Death will find me in the cruel cold
In the fog alone, nothing to take
But its ancient hands will stake take hold
And through the scorned Earth they rake
Piercing through the thick concrete
Through the soil, and the roots and weeds
Part the dirt around this dismal hole
Sink in slumber of relinquished time
Strip the shell back to its lonely bones
At least death might bring some piece of mind
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