Whispering wood where emptiness stirs

Where the eyes of the sun dare not linger

Where a cloister of silhouette shapes emergeAnd 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