Bodies Set in Ashen Death
This form will decay This body stripped bare holds truth, standing in stark stillness, destined to rot, prying off this flesh Shadows set against the dusk Sifting through the image of emptiness, our mind poisoned with guilt infinitum In this darkness, in times of pain Our skin pulling us to the earth, set against the dusk of our age Downward current, roots that grasp and tear at us Suspended, awaiting our judgement Crucified by time, left to drown, down to the soul, withering away in the ashes wrought from the coil Where does your faith lie, as we behold the overwhelming disease of selfishness? Held by the cries of mourning, our dying world, held down and torn apart These are the roots of the world, crossed out
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026
Defy my spiritual fear, let it eat away every inch of my body, my sacrifice for the torture you endure Every second bleeds with sin, screaming for repentance from this chasm Drenched in blood, sinking in the dust, cast in the beam of thine quivering flame By violence, open this wound, let our pain escape I stand in the dark, in the splintered shards of stars, dreams of your spirit dancing in the waves, walking in the trees, life's infinite moments Torn through my voiceless sorrow by your shrill absent sting, my eyes close to dream of the ashes I will become
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026