Fall

Weakening, waving, rotting away

A corpse lies upon your bed

Limbless, crawling, stalking your steps

Memory stained by stench of decay

The reflection you see

Is the haven of your despair

The lie you conceive

To fullfill -

Struggling, evoking, exhuming what's dead

Glorious Statue of buried parts

Never was, never will - just creation of rats

Following false prophets and ghosts

The reflection you see

Is the haven of your despair

The lie you conceive

To fullfill yourself

Rot - all left is rot

It was killed by the treachery of a backstab

Cold - molded by the cold

Distance widens as fast as the Void grows

Strife - worn out by strife

Calm despair born from violent silence

Hatred - shaped by the hatred

Of what's ahead - and of yourself