Ghost Dust
The soil on which I lay Let it choke the senses Dimming hope Abandonment of life All is lost When the cross falls Inverted images Of the icon In vain and failure All is seen Is a mockery Plunging, prodding eyes Blinded faith All is seen is the dark (This grave is my home) All I see is the dark (This grave is my home) Buried alive in death Mortal coil spent on each end I can feel decay feasting on my flesh I can feel death beside my own I see nothing I feel nothing I am nothing
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
See yourself in the seething red Close your eyes Evening tide washes all the pain All your pain, my love It's December now Please don't turn away (Turn away from me) Turn away
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026
I saw your weakened spirit Cold, fetal and pallid Offering light where there is none All that is left is the dust Of your memory Lingering to find Those in reverence of you Came in spoken verse Spewing empty words Grey and hazed Drifting to nothing This isn't farewell This can't be farewell Fall with me Farther away from you Your grasp to redemption A sight of the cross you bore The slow suffering Watching you fade Watching you fade But I cannot Take you down with me I see that now Below is my home To all who have fallen And are forgotten Fall with me
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 27, 2026