Luyện nghe bài hát III (Fear)

The spirit songs scream across heaths
Flensing the of my very soul
Corrosive embrace
In an miasma of dissolution

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

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

A face etched the lexicon of destitution
Stares back through pallid, eyes
That glitter with suppressed, shrieking
To
To claw away the threads of cloying
To force this stooped
Into the carcass-field my feet
Abnegation - silence -
The only triptych I

Yet

Extant not is thy
Within this corrupted of deathsoil
Still the Cathedral tall
And in those shadows
Hopes of shrivel and die

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

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