Luyện nghe bài hát IV (Interment)

I
I descend
I closed my eyes and still these rend

The sun... it's light so thing
Sickly, these pale press
At a gruesome fog, an entangling
Stripping the air of pellucidity
Writhing of spiritual desolation reach
And beckons a shattered soul back darkness

As the soils part in
A riven aperture to a sundered spirit
like a withered fist
Around a frond of tissue

Weak - so weak
Cold - frozen to the
by the frost of loathing
I have left to give

Even my flesh presents
A cross-stitched of past failings
Pallid vessel of exsanguination
Home to the dread-stare of these eyes

sordid limb a tendril of pain
A of suffering, a spite of torment
Aflame with gangrenous
hemisphere of decrepitude demands extinction

me

Yearning for

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

The stands, omniscient
A memorial to all those who walked within these

Unmoved by the toil of the
Who sink without markings into the murk