Reign of Ash

Reign of ash The ever flowering leper nourishment On empty, dead soil Withered, condemned, colorless, old I will create As I speak dust Birthing the suns void Unto the cold memory dust In frozen stare In grave misery Yearning for the poison honey Of thy piteous promise Dying in embrace What was lost in the flesh A vacant form Of timeless wounds Where all realities are raped equally As all history is written in the ash of doom As if the viper Never offered the fruit Before the feeble men Could even know the shame The final wound The burnt scar Reduced to ravenous reign of ash In the end, we belong dead In the end, nothing will descend