Tapestry of Our End

Tunnels of tissue, degraded mind I don't have the power to die Storm of the century The smell of death, the sweet pain of love Pillars of bones holds this hidden temple Dividing the flaring gates of blood The gap between solitude and despair Join those segments together Line of life surrendered The capacity of human consciousness Welcome the leeches coming down the walls Wе deserve to languish in art Disguisе the cracks behind the braids of flesh Depicted on fabric, do us eternal Crafting the segments together You and me The useful constitution of elimination Feel my passion for art Decomposing decorations The tragedy repeats itself, I know Storm to wipe out the light A matter of time to let go Panic and fear changes to relief Weaving the tapestry of our end The gap between solitude and despair Join those segments together Line of life surrendered The gap between solitude and despair Draped in death together You and me It's hard, so hard to be the pain To be the blame Our figure embodied the walls The presentation, the creation Depicted on fabric, do us eternal Stitching the segments together You and me The threads of my contemporary darkness Draped in death together You and me The useful constitution of elimination Feel my passion for art

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 06, 2026