Of Beasts and Worms

Whispering wood where emptiness stirs Where the eyes of the sun dare not linger Where a cloister of silhouette shapes emerge And feast on the bodies of beasts and worms This is the place where I rest my bones And the river that cleanses me runs alone To be there again where my spirit longs And sleep in the soil forevermore Under the sky where the moon is scarred Marred by the clouds, the shapes of gods And devils that spirit away to the souls To harness the power of grief and woe Turning away to the mist and the fog Pulling my spirit away from the bogs Far from the whispers of bustling streets Concert of angels is buried beneath Myriad monoliths stuck in the soil Smoldering death from the sewers below This is the place where I rest my bones And the river that cleanses me runs alone To be there where my spirit longs And sleep in soil forevermore Ragged and weary, awake, trembling From the snap in the air as the shivering breeze Mimics the frailty escaping from these Whimpering lungs that can barely breathe Dreams that have carried me vanish away The mist, long arisen, painted in gray Far from the whispers of bustling streets Concert of angels is buried beneath Landscapes that once held a permanent place Rescind into darkness where they will remain This is the place where I rest my bones And the river that cleanses me runs alone To be there again where my spirit longs And sleep in soil forevermore The skin is stripped From tender vessels Clawing and crying out Wholly aware Of the dawn encroaching Bringing with it the pain Of facing another day The pain of waking And facing another day This pain is never ending This is the place where I rest my bones And the river that cleanses me runs alone To be there where my spirit longs And sleep in soil forevermore This is the place where I lost my bones In the river that cleansed me To be there where my spirit has grown And sleep forever