Luyện nghe bài hát III (Fear)

The spirit scream across wind-burned heaths
the rind of my very soul
Corrosive comforts
In an miasma of dissolution

A threnody that scours with the raptor claws
Of a of unrealized purpose

And it as at this point revelation strikes
With the force of a driven spear-points

A face etched the lexicon of destitution
Stares back pallid, jaundiced eyes
That with suppressed, shrieking desperation
To
To claw away the threads of carnation
To force this sarcophagus
Into the carcass-field beneath my
- silence - void
The only I seek

Yet

not is thy solace
Within corrupted patina of deathsoil
Still the Cathedral stands
And in febrile shadows
Hopes of centuries and die

I must on
I must this weary patchwork of cursive limbs
Through a translucent
Endless, wake

Each summons the efforts of a thousand scouring exhalations
Inch by inch, by step, slowing, stooping
- like a puppet with strings severed by the scythe of embitterment
A figure