The Songless Bird - My Dying Bride

The very deepest of your wishes.

Climb up

high, take my hand.

Tread carefully through

these sickening angels.

Look at your god.

look at the way he stands.

The uterine

murderess dies herself.

Let me show you all

my pain.

Sardonyx lays waste to your eyes

and leaves you blind.

Gone is the day.

They

that did feed, delicately.

Feed on me.

The call

has come, from bird and beast.

Insect and

serpent, and all that lives in the sea.

And

cities of fire, rip through me.

My life a

widower sad.

On your knees, smell your

disease.

If i live you will be sorry.

I have a

thousand forms.

Uninjured by your tongue.