Luyện nghe bài hát II (Penance)

That arbitrary adjudicator
Your cruelty builds in an endless of decrepitude
Skin slackens each passing seconds
Flesh weakens and
Bones in agony
dissolve
Hopes
A blackened pulp of despair
A enfeebled and afraid
back upon a path of waste and regret
Gazes ahead only to t he cold and the

All will
All fail
All will
All will

And so each heavy, broken-backed step I inch closer to my reckoning
Sinews stiff, sloughing,
Resonating with decay like catgut strings
across a stave of rotting timber

The looms... Tearing, oppressive, stentorian
Cries once in the chapels of cold stone
Where cowled figures with feverish piety
And candles of reverence flickered in the torpid darkness of prayers

Stoic monolith that bleeds black
Onyx shroud like skin
Penance driven into the maw of the
Stygian crust that chokes on the carcasses of the

There is no room
Suffocation... Rejection...

A soul slithers in vapid vestibules


Fading notions of what once breathed proclamations
shaped by the echoes of supplication
Myriad visages gaze in
A solemn stands as one
One singular totem of
Choral, somnolent striking the
Of a soul with corrosive regret

Guilty - Pathetic -
Crushed by
Withering within the cloisters
The last shreds of waning hope thus

I cannot see lurks within these sepulchral shadows
Emanating whispers of a past condemnations

One past condemnations!

Freezing reach - coiling, cloying

My name is but

And I flee