From Sorrow's Elucubration-Archaic

Love is destruction, I am ruins I smiled to death, she never lied to me She takes care when nobody watches over you Her face, my landscape, she hold the sight of gloom Voices of lamentation distort my language Taking back to the alienated Crawling beneath the flesh The plaintive growls the pain Brought back to the caves of forsakenness Waiting for my words to fade away Burying myself into silence for someone else to find peace Forever cursed into eternal mourning This sound keeps calling me And I can hear the river of depressive persistence Flowing under the elder stones Chrisalid, endlessy shading to that state of neurasthenic grace Creeping sorrow Decieving horizon Procreating a slower suicide Beaten down in torment and deaden cries Let me die in doubt and misunderstood I can't no longer forgive or comprehend Under the secrecy of the heaviest shame condemned to reject existence No more compassion No more trust No more lies No more feelings In the abject abyss of mind complexity The seal of repulsion has been print As sarcasms of life resound in my skulls The grave keeps calling me As the eclipse of my will is now at apogee These are my last wills For this orphaned tomb to be whitewashed From the benevolent dirt of hope and beliefs