Luyện nghe bài hát II (Penance)

That humiliating adjudicator
Your builds in an endless cycle of decrepitude
Skin slackens each passing seconds
Flesh and softens
Bones in agony
Dreams
Hopes
A blackened pulp of despair
A enfeebled and afraid
Gazes back a path of waste and regret
ahead only to t he cold and the empty

All fall
All will
All will
All will

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

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

monolith that bleeds black redemption
Onyx shroud shed like
Penance driven into the maw of the
Stygian crust that on the carcasses of the forgotten

is no room here
Suffocation... Rejection...

A hopeless soul in vapid vestibules


Fading notions of what breathed false proclamations
Granite by the echoes of supplication
Myriad gaze in judgement
A solemn stands as one
One singular of accusation
Choral, somnolent striking the
Of a soul laced corrosive regret

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

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

One thousand condemnations!

Freezing reach - coiling, cloying

My is but dust

And I again