Decay In The Dark

Cremated senses, I burn
Awaiting the fiery unknown
Reason thinning like gossamer
On which the breakage is enthroned

Pieces of me drip from the sky
Into scarlet crevices of shame
Where punishment's flames never die
A ceaseless mockery of pain

Life, vital, to the funeral
Vernal sounds become my requiem
The Reaper of Truth himself
Buries my dying Carpe Diem

No more tears of shattered sound
Now, in my abyss, do I pray
To sink far beneath hollowed ground
If only Deo Volente