Lathspell I Name You - The Body

To pull back this ruined limb

Devoid of purpose

For all intents ruined

A time that stole this heart

A yield of bone and flesh

Empty seeds that grow into hollow shells with no fruit

To fill a hole that can not be filled

A time that stole this spine

A yield of stone and ash

Words that follow forms sedative

And misleading

And a need for the need to believe

A crushing need to be desired

Full of fear and abandonment

To give hope to a heart that can not know hope

A yield of disappointments

And you are a liar

Est mea vocorum vox daemonorium

Vivos ango

Convoco pestem

Noxa dissipo

Coniugo cruentes

Sacrosanctum Convomo

Mortuous laudo

Gray dust piled and blown away to hill and plain

May you find unease, diseased and weak offspring

Retract at the sun’s glare

Retreat, fall back

Crippled wallflower

Years and years, upon wasted years

Upon sundered seas and darkling stars

No cairn of stone

No circle of spear

Awash in dead technologies

Waters clogged with branch and ash

Atop the crest of an epoch

There, eyes with bitter tears

Alone stand I unsatisfied with a lack of proof of your demise

Repayment in kind I demand

A just finality I deserve