Perdition

I heard her name echoing through the walls
that bound my dreams to growing decay,
and invited ruin to my creation
with vengeance in its breath

we were never more than slaves
to the anguish in our bones;
our love was crushed inside the closed fist
and betrayal danced on our open palms

O the futility, to even think about escaping
the balancing out of our presence,
though our consciousness will be erased as time
carves our names into crumbling stone

and though we flirt with the light,
all we know is the expansion of emptiness;

all we hunger for is perdition
to punish us for once having dreamt