SLOW DECAY,SILENT END.

The marrow turns to ash within the bone
A hollow throne built of brittle glass
My shadow detaches, wandering alone
Watching the seasons of the rot come to pass
The sky is a bruise that refuses to heal
Pressure mounting behind these cataracts

Slow decay, a ritual of gray
Sever the pulse, chase the light away
Into the frost where the ghosts reside
There is no truth, there is nowhere to hide
Silent end, let the marrow freeze

Insects dance in the cavity of my chest
Weaving a web from the threads of my veins
I am the guest at the funeral of rest
Drowning in static, drowning in stains
My fingers are needles, stitching the void
Counting the seconds until I am none

It wasn’t a scream
It was a departure.
The numbness is a symphony.
The numbness... is the only kingdom.

Slow decay, a ritual of gray
Sever the pulse, chase the light away
Into the frost where the ghosts reside
There is no truth, there is nowhere to hide
Silent end, let the marrow freeze

Void...
Void...
Nothing left to bleed...