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In silence I can hear my breath
One won't believe how long the last breath lasts:
It lingers past the seventh gate of death
Where there's no flesh, no memory, no heart

This field of roses looks to them
Immaculate and fragrant, white and still
Faint beings, subdued to their will
- and they don't care from where they stem

To us - red roses, without scent or smell
Cover the soil our blood has fed
We grasp their roots, brains rattling in our head
'cause we're all dead and this is Hell

In darkness I would grasp her hand
Cover it with my palms, coddle it in
I thought I'll do this far beyond the end
'till our fingers had no skin

To me - how much all things would matter then
But now they matter not. I'm he who rots -
Below the hasty, callous steps of men
I am alone, here, with my thoughts.


from Descend into Despair - Synaptic Veil, released June 5, 2017


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