Mourn

Crafted at the hands of cruelty I claw for remorse Retrace the footsteps of purity Flinch at the wounds that are 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