My veins run cold with the cursed blood of Desire
And as I hang upon the rope, my boots are weighed with lead.
All days of yesterday and all tomorrows share the same ancient name - Regret.
This plague of Adam inflicts my wretched tissue,
And twitching, trembling, through the night I bleed.
My wavering voice echoes through the empty halls of long-dead kings,
Who painted their world in the colours of Malice.
My lady War, I claim thee, as you’ve claimed my bones
And fed my marrow on the Wildness of man.
I shall cut off my arms and gouge out my eyes,
And my tongue will wave as a flag.
I shall walk until my skin wears off.
I shall walk until forgetting absolves me.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 7:27 AM UTC
My veins run cold with the cursed blood of Desire
And as I hang upon the rope, my boots are weighed with lead.
All days of yesterday and all tomorrows share the same ancient name - Regret.
This plague of Adam inflicts my wretched tissue,
And twitching, trembling, through the night I bleed.
My wavering voice echoes through the empty halls of long-dead kings,
Who painted their world in the colours of Malice.
My lady War, I claim thee, as you’ve claimed my bones
And fed my marrow on the Wildness of man.
I shall cut off my arms and gouge out my eyes,
And my tongue will wave as a flag.
I shall walk until my skin wears off.
I shall walk until forgetting absolves me.
