To pull back this ruined limb
Devoid of purpose
For all intents ruined
A time that stole this heart
A yield of bone and flesh
Empty seeds that grow into hollow shells with no fruit
To fill a hole that can not be filled
A time that stole this spine
A yield of stone and ash
Words that follow forms sedative
And misleading
And a need for the need to believe
A crushing need to be desired
Full of fear and abandonment
To give hope to a heart that can not know hope
A yield of disappointments
And you are a liar
Est mea vocorum vox daemonorium
Vivos ango
Convoco pestem
Noxa dissipo
Coniugo cruentes
Sacrosanctum Convomo
Mortuous laudo
Gray dust piled and blown away to hill and plain
May you find unease, diseased and weak offspring
Retract at the sun's glare
Retreat, fall back
Crippled wallflower
Years and years, upon wasted years
Upon sundered seas and darkling stars
No cairn of stone
No circle of spear
Awash in dead technologies
Waters clogged with branch and ash
Atop the crest of an epoch
There, eyes with bitter tears
Alone stand I unsatisfied with a lack of proof of your demise
Repayment in kind I demand
A just finality I deserve