Songs of despair pt.III
Under the shadows of rotting wood, the emerald scars weaken my corpse and the touches of my adoring stigma shred the life from my soul.
I’m not alive yet I feel pain, the smiles I held were carved on my face with chagrin agony and the woe still lingers, my wretched heart grew darker as I rest here in this blackish pit, delving into insanity as the night swallows the last rays of moonlight, the holy ground embodied me and dressed me in soil.
and the worms, behold them, ravaging my rotten corpse,
yet a cry of despair crushed the silence and impaled my eager force, I devoured the pain all around me inside this carnage of souls,
waiting for the blessing of the lord death to guide me through this vast altar, from which there is no escape.
there it lies, the screams of delight deafen my ears, as I pray for the dusk to come, the colors swallowed by the horror of the sight, I can see only gray, or is it just black appearing so bright?
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