Abhorrence Of Rain to Thyself ( The Silence Weeps )

Basara

I refuse...I will not... weakness, I don't want to shed...

The Last with holding leaf, now gone with reason's tryst...

O! Take me! Life's a vassal to tread like rivers of Babylon

Glowing wither hitherto. Precognitive somber romance of Cocytus...

Come near me...I await fervently, pend ashen cord by fainting glow

Left felt so light, reverie; my solitude, swallowed the midnight oil

A frozen sky, harkens herald angelical beings with corrosive essence

Scribbled deceptive mystery inside... craving, wanting anon

In Sphinx's language I tell my sorrows to animated gargoyles

Full barrenness; one presiding blossoms of interfused monochromatic crimson

I wish not to reside in Limbo's grounds... mercy, pity, apprehend

As Chronos stifles the earth, or my world I presume... refusing...

Crypts upon hallows

Sweet...picturesque...blissful place

Life... death... never mattered

Yet rain continues flowing

By the deceased oak I sit still...

Emanating gospels, or a giggle perhaps?

O death, with crowned thorns; redemption?

Deep phase ecstasy

Erupts phantasmagoria

Unveiled darkness: come...