Luyện nghe bài hát IV (Interment)

I
I descend
I closed my eyes and still these rend

The waning sun... it's so thing
Sickly, these shafts press
At a gruesome fog, an entangling
Stripping the fenland air of
chains of spiritual desolation reach
And beckons a shattered back into darkness

As the soils in welcome
A riven to embrace a sundered spirit
Closing like a fist
Around a frond of tissue

Weak - so weak
Cold - frozen to the
Encased by the frost of
I have nothing left to

Even my presents naught
A cross-stitched of past failings
vessel of spiritual exsanguination
Home to the dread-stare of listless eyes

Each limb a tendril of pain
A beacon of suffering, a spite of
Aflame gangrenous agony
This hemisphere of decrepitude extinction

me

Yearning for

I beg for the embrace of the
A final place - marked only by a henge of dead trees

The cathedral stands,
A to all those who walked within these shadows

by the toil of the lost
Who without markings into the fathomless murk