A Quietly Forming Collapse

The weight upon me
In the shape of buildings
Crushing hope
A white sky collapse

The stain of a broken life unfolds
Through the ashes I walk
My hands soaked with blood
From the burial of my heart

In the depths
A quiet cold
Forming
Muted will

The sun collapse
Into the nether
Blood on my hands
Forever, forever

The river only brings poison

The well brings nothing but tears

Nothingness becomes the shadow

The shadow turns into me

These hands
Was meant for greater things
These hands
My heart
Clenched and laden winged
My heart

Inside the sickness
This coil of darkness
Breathing
Lifeless

The sun collapse
Into the nether
Blood on my hands
Forever, forever