Ritual

The omen has now been sung
in the dreams of the mute wren
And thus our body is torn,
hidden from fate's ken.

Our chalice of life
has become a fen of death.
The shroudclad bearer of destiny
forces his scythe between our breadth.

The warmth of blood
is filling my mouth.

It flowing around me
excites my skin.

I can touch her screams.
For their echoes are tunnels.
Her essence escapes through them.
I am alone and abandoned.

Angry yet stoic.

While a dry length
secures my eyes.

They shall remain
forever wide shut.
I am being forced
out.

My dead half
mirror image.
Floating in limbo.

Belonging to the past,
yet also carrying all
the wounds of the future.

The warmth is ceased.
The drought withers our skin.
Chocking... heaving... twitching...
I shall never breathe.

The cold drought
is hauled away.
Yet our eyes see
but an endless sea
of eternal blackness.

Our lips forever sealed
with the flaming wax
of a thousand throes.
Our tongues are frozen still
by the chilling touch
of the most profound woe.

Half of her is I.
Half of her is her.
Half of them are we.
Half of them are them.

And thus my bodies are torn open,
in the dreams of the mute wren
kept hidden from fate's ken.

For the omen has now been wishpered
In the very first tongue...

Infinitely suspended in oblivion.

Hung from open bowels.
The legs are the gallows.
The cord is my rope.
I’m a chosen stillborn...

In the realm of dreams

Lost in their raging gaze...
Longing for their screams...
Whispers! Voluptuous, continuous...
Echoing in my mind, whenever I enter the realm of dreams...

Forever after those for whom time has no meaning.
Forever after those on whom death has no effect.
The whispering screams I beg to join,
the screaming whispers to follow I plead!
The whispering screams I beg to join,
the screaming whispers...

Born to chase the ghost of a purpose met upon my birth.
It has always been the matrix, the mould and the cast of myself!

An ancient pact between the screams and the whispers...
An ancient pact between the whispers and the screams...
I am the one to result of it.
And I am the one to break it

Forever after those for whom time has no meaning.
forever after those on whom death has no effect.
The whispering screams I beg to join,
the screaming whispers to follow I plead!
The whispering screams I beg to join,
the screaming whispers...