Instincts may rise and fall
with fitful breath
never to soon
to swallow
th'abyssal
undercurrent that
pulls you
over troubled
Oceans all too often
When restless dreams
bring sleepless
Vision-men
out of the
darkest
swell of night~
Fifty nine prayers
will bowl you under
Twelve years of Starless skies
Ten Stone men
in
ruined catacombs
writhing
out
a heartless
Banshee Howl
steal all thee
yearns for
wretching from
the pit of soured insides~
the deepest
Core
aching
to be released.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
Instincts may rise and fall
with fitful breath
never to soon
to swallow
th'abyssal
undercurrent that
pulls you
over troubled
Oceans all too often
When restless dreams
bring sleepless
Vision-men
out of the
darkest
swell of night~
Fifty nine prayers
will bowl you under
Twelve years of Starless skies
Ten Stone men
in
ruined catacombs
writhing
out
a heartless
Banshee Howl
steal all thee
yearns for
wretching from
the pit of soured insides~
the deepest
Core
aching
to be released.
Not dark just a tinge weird in a weird kinda way. Actually, this is reflective of a purging process~
