Luyện nghe bài hát II (Penance)

That arbitrary adjudicator
Your builds in an endless cycle of decrepitude
Skin slackens with each passing
Flesh weakens and
Bones stiffen in
Dreams
slough
A blackened pulp of deepest
A mind and afraid
Gazes back upon a path of waste and
Gazes ahead to t he cold and the empty

All fall
All will
All will
All will

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

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

Stoic monolith that bleeds redemption
Onyx shroud shed skin
driven into the maw of the soil
Stygian crust chokes on the carcasses of the forgotten

There is no here
Suffocation... Rejection...

A soul slithers in vapid vestibules


Fading of what once breathed false proclamations
Granite shaped by the echoes of
Myriad visages gaze in
A solemn stands as one
One singular totem of
Choral, striking the marrow
Of a soul laced with regret

Guilty - Pathetic -
by stone
Withering within the cloisters
The last shreds of hope thus scatter

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

One past condemnations!

Freezing reach - coiling, cloying

My name is but

And I again