FALL OF EFRAFA - Simulacrum lyrics

rate me

These throws of rapture

Kindly hands caress broken bones

Hands that cut through parched soul

Like a sharpened stone

What is it that we leave in these fitting moments Sentiment

These curtains fall and wrap us up in our rigor mortis

The nimble fingers of the black one

His majesty of cold, courting me into sweet abeyance

The malign steely touch of needle thorns massing

And directing their gaze on my misfiring neurons

The vestiges of my sickening life

Of my loves, my crowning glories

The pain and poetry of a spent existence

He coils up inside me now

Kissing me and whispering sweet nothings

The words of release

The words I crave as I lose all

As the clotted mass of cumuli nimbus

Bows his head in salute.

As I claw upwards

As I fall back into oblivion

And his words speak out amongst the frightening turbulence

Those final fleeting words I coax from his abhorrent throat

Will you join my owsla<br />

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Thanks to Razvan