Concrete Gallery - Cloakroom

Running through a cold rain

As if the pace could keep you dry

The trap ‘round my leg

Underneath this maze of pine

Clothes catching nails

Under the wire

Over the rail

As if they were always there for you

Where I belong is to the crows and carrion

Following a harpy song

So easily amused

Hell fires roar

Pulling the iron out of the ore

Fashioning a bastard sword to carve through

Frail worlds away covered in holes

Cleansed in flame

And if there is another way

I would choose the blade

Cutting through the fog bank

Underneath this diving bell

In this world

On this plane

I could never quite break the spell

Down

Down the stairs and up the steps again

My compendium of concrete

And they try to bend me to their will

And they’re trying still

Darkness

Held in shadow of the ashen hill

Incorporeal bloodbath

Up the stairs and down the steps again

My compendium concrete