Wound To Scar

Blade in hand and death in heart.
What loitered at inception no longer has a part.
Siphon oils from rocks of noon.
Across days of old these victims continue to loom.

Crushed beneath tomes of crooked smiles.
Just a cause is not guiding you with dials.
Conjure secrets meant to damn.
Those who remain will only ever sell a sham.

Ionized against the winter sky.
Woken up only to say their final fading goodbye.
Turbulence wading deep in heart.
Little remains of you who once stood so much apart.

Bleached monuments crumble away.
Tomorrow is the last of what will be branded a day.
Suspicious forms linger in light.
Deicide is that which drinks in all things bright.

Fashioned from strings of silk.
Weave them until you thirst you spoiled milk.
Jumping from roofs to break free.
Husk is all that you will find left of me.

Radiate against these stars.
Leave your mark and cast adrift.
Poison monsters with your deeds.
Carve feats until generations grieve.
Bleeding masters of crowns they thirst for.
Speak your words.
Deceive until rays go dark.
Hark no voice left to sing.
Violation will not reign again.

Blade in hand and death in heart.
What loitered at inception no longer has a part.
Siphon oils from rocks of noon.
Across days of old these victims continue to loom.