Dead but Not at Rest

Self-loathing god Unyielding sin Wither into nothingness Glide into the voices An antidote to existence Pretending to be alive Dead but not at rest Shovel the dirt on your eyes All essence withers away Years in rot and unmoving Dead but not at rest Unseen it crawled into your veins And snuffed out your embers Since its breath touched yours You taste nothing else Since your eyes met You see nothing It eats you from the inside out Your soul decays Your lights darkened Your self dissolving now Self-loathing god Unyielding sin Wither into nothingness Glide into the voices Kneel before the shadows Float beyond all reason Dead but not at rest Your depleted flesh stitched together From the only scraps You could bear to scavenge for them You were never complete Never worthy to feel affection Until you came to know this name Immovably oppressive As it shall be spoken In place of yours forever Since your eyes met You see nothing It eats you from the inside out Your soul decays Your lights darkened Your self dissolving now Glide into the voices An antidote to existence Pretending to be alive Dead but not at rest Shovel the dirt on your eyes All essence withers away Years in rot and unmoving Dead but not at rest Seasons encase you in rot Soil defiled and dissolved Abandoned to dirt and decay Wither into nothingness

Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 05, 2026