The Silent Solace

Embraced
A meaningless veil
Watching them fall into the dark
Silent
Even when the cold tears me out
I'm becoming
Being of a dead, of a dead
Delusional mythos
Rages through
What's made of is severed
What's been
What's been in distress
Comes near
As if the seeds were blazing in the shade
Creaking in the flesh, material storming comes
As if the words are being addressed, you didn't know, you know
Graves are tossed, here is the mother of dismay
As if the whispers start a withered field of pain
When the nails in a crystal rain come
As if the spectral cries were pushing the world in you
I'm drowned
Forced under the spell of life
I'm drowned under the spell of life
I'm kicked under the spell of life
A statement