Amidst Voices that Echo In Stone
Those with the brightest light
Cast the darkest shadow
What is left in the wake of shadow's egress
Of a lifetime of chaos after ravaging a world of flesh?
Complacent; permanent disharmony
Left to their own devices
Withering, aging - An eroded skeleton
No passage out, no bridges in
Decrepit remnants
Those brought to this place
Would look at this nebulous encasement of prismatic memories
That through a fogged prism, faintly
Are flickering impressions of a spectrum shone
Behold this desolate, decomposing place,
Devoured by monuments to shadow in throes
Scavenged, as carrion picked apart by vultures,
A wasteland of remains; haunted, morose
Whence flowed vitality, before two eyes closed
And before, emerged, O, the accursed third
Now lie only decrepit remnants
The ghost of an entire world
What is left in the wake of this prism's decay
When all its facets have become worn and crumbled
Leaving almost no trace?
But damaged memories waver uncertainly
As the oculus dissipates into nothing
I curse this existence!
Screaming with madness, I have become as the chasm
I am perpetual darkness
Forever imprisoned amidst voices that echo in stone
I am one amongst the shadows
Cast the darkest shadow
What is left in the wake of shadow's egress
Of a lifetime of chaos after ravaging a world of flesh?
Complacent; permanent disharmony
Left to their own devices
Withering, aging - An eroded skeleton
No passage out, no bridges in
Decrepit remnants
Those brought to this place
Would look at this nebulous encasement of prismatic memories
That through a fogged prism, faintly
Are flickering impressions of a spectrum shone
Behold this desolate, decomposing place,
Devoured by monuments to shadow in throes
Scavenged, as carrion picked apart by vultures,
A wasteland of remains; haunted, morose
Whence flowed vitality, before two eyes closed
And before, emerged, O, the accursed third
Now lie only decrepit remnants
The ghost of an entire world
What is left in the wake of this prism's decay
When all its facets have become worn and crumbled
Leaving almost no trace?
But damaged memories waver uncertainly
As the oculus dissipates into nothing
I curse this existence!
Screaming with madness, I have become as the chasm
I am perpetual darkness
Forever imprisoned amidst voices that echo in stone
I am one amongst the shadows
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Rosado, Alex Bacey, Harley Blandford, Mitch Yoesle, Petr Oplatka
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