Buttersnips

Repose Flesh of the ground deny Kneel and grieve Beseeching to no avail Myth strikes our being Human existence Jaded by it's progress Feeding, a manifest of the shadow below Redefine the absolute Crashing down Through their eyes One can see Fear sustained Weakened by their minds Caught in disbelief Don't deny All shall see Vacant souls Shaping commonality In this moment we cannot deny what we are Form a memory on turning wings And carve a way to ascension Pray, withdrawn you just weep Alone Wait for a chance to grow Culture folds The falling of love The darkness above Repose within our numbers Walking with a taste Transposed image of being Lost beyond the frame, end of days This time all memories surpass Embrace In time all sense of life decays Descend Again All shall return to the sand through forever We cycle again Re-ignite Savior ablaze Never ending Return to me --- Buttersnips - Periphery