Penance
To know your kind A saving grace To be your very own demise I see in threes I am seeing black blood as pouring rain Wondering what it means To become whole again To be able to breathe Clean air or your skin Some days remain As bodies we hold We still own them to owe them The moon sings to the forest Old lores of precious darkness And death leaves In hindsight, going clear As deep as the ocean Serenity for centuries To keep you here Yet as empty as these veins The longing and a promise
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
I have seen you passing through Like leaves in a storm As wind to a forest fire With a brazen, dying echo That escaped your mind the other day It seems as though All will be lost and forgotten In no time In due time
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
This holy flesh will not obey A seemless terrain For a moment, these memories fire I have no place here You bring the rain You are the raining fire The blood in my veins A seething light The winds of ice That circle the abandoned door Writhing, we wither
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026