AKFrostwriter

Sorrows rolling down my face Coloring my vision red. Blood tears stain the rocks That I stand upon. Death contaminates the air The void inside me grows And the only sound I hear Is the rushing stream Which grinds the rocks to pebbles And grinds the pebbles to sand Mixing in my blood With the ancient mortar.

Fiery furnace of the great machine Terrible pressure and heat Crush my bones and burn them to ash Complete destruction is sweet. Swallowed alive by sorrow and hate Unseeing, un-moving I slide Down the throat and into the pit I begin to dissolve from inside. From inside the ribs of the giant creature I see its hellacious heart. For reason unknown it is drawn to me And it's tearing me apart. Fiery furnace of the great machine Terrible pressure and heat Crush my bones and turn them to ash Complete destruction is sweet.

When the night comes I find myself walking upon the bones And severed wings And bloodless, headless victims of the day. In the darkness I clearly can see the meaning of life. Beneath the stars Everything beheld becomes so clear. When the cold comes I clearly can feel the meaning of life. When the wind blows I can taste the passing of existence. We drift alone Through dreams and wakeful states of unknowing, Then the dawn comes And we see nothing ahead or behind For we are dead.