Luyện nghe bài hát II (Penance)

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

All will
All will
All will
All fail

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

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

Stoic that bleeds black redemption
shroud shed like skin
Penance into the maw of the soil
Stygian that chokes on the carcasses of the forgotten

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

A soul slithers in vapid vestibules


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

Guilty - - Cringing
Crushed by
within the inquisition cloisters
The last of waning hope thus scatter

I cannot see what lurks within sepulchral shadows
Emanating whispers of a thousand condemnations

One past condemnations!

Freezing hands - coiling, cloying

My name is but

And I flee