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letra de in whispers - a wake in providence

my ears, they ring
with the dreadful sound of misery
emanating from inside
evoking the deity
of my dreams
come to me, decay
such a beautiful disease

as i bathe in blood
(i stand in this bleak garden, my life in ruin)
the black clouds overtake
the deafening
screaming from
an immutable gleaming sun
overtake the gleaming sun

(i crave the warmth again, although
i grieve the moon)
as it consumes all of me
(and through the fog
i’ll grieve you my fuguе)

send me the scripturеs
so i may read them
in the endless cold
of this pale moonlight
the words shift their hue
as the celestials do
requesting heinous blasphemy
in the face of candor
to bring back sin
they can take away all my pain
but the worry is how?
just sacrifice my blood
replace it with the unholy ink
as she’s born again
will my daughter remain in
the reanimated animus?
a hollow pitiful husk of human

filth
chivalrous
guilt
terrors
build you
another body
my makeshift (makeshift)
nightmare
a surrogate

merely a stand in for my beloved
withering
whispering
respite taken
held together by
nothing more than a cursed curiosity
from my veiled pagan eyes
(grant me the vision of a god even if only to see for seconds
i’ll peer into the void of eternity despite the teachings eons before
no matter how much i weep, it shall hear me not)

what looks back at me
as i pen my blood to the paper
that is her skin
a beautiful abomination
that should not exist
in this form or another

regardless
of what i see
haunted daydreams
and the screams
i can hear her
whisper in my head
a solipsistic obsession forever

i’m tired of reveries
i want these lies to end
i’m losing myself in the maze of her crypt again
and she speaks to me in whispers
from catacombs
where god abandoned her soul
to rot alone
without me
without me
she lives
only in my dreams

(my dreams portray
such horrid pain)
overtake the gleaming sun
i crave
the warmth is pain
and thus i grieve the moon
as i’m consumed
by its demonous hue

her whispers
overtake me
father
unholy spirit
bathe me in
ink
let this be my reality

the paradigm shift
soulless body lay stiff
a curse laid right in front of me
the benediction screamed and read through the fog
brings the light to the moth
a death knell
from h-ll
deafening
brings life to this embodiment

regardless
of reverie
haunted daydreams
and the screams
i can hear her
not just in my head
a solipsistic obsession forever

i’m tired of reveries
i want these lies to end
i’m losing myself in the maze of her crypt again
and she speaks to me in whispers
from catacombs
where god abandoned her soul
to rot alone

my ears, they ring
with the dreadful sound of misery
emanating from inside
evoking the deity

- a wake in providence

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