Mourn

Crafted at the hands of cruelty

I claw for remorse

Retrace the footsteps of purity

Flinch at the wounds left behind me

Lord of decay, corroding my being

Let it burn the scripts

It seeps the mortar

Collapsing further

Illuminate the dissolution

From a body that lies here dormant

Decimation of the mind

Innate existence, my ambition

Misery around me

I feel

Misery surrounding

Soaked in silver

Putrid sun

Misery around me

I feel

Misery surrounding

Soaked in silver

Putrid sun

Condemn, sanction

Fatal infliction, mourning is hopeless

The cudgel drips inside this chamber

Everlasting shame

Crafted at the hands of cruelty

I claw for remorse