Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
The path, fraught with decisions and turns, leads us all to the same bottom of the pit.
I like it, very abstract
This is SO sad because I watched my Mother deteriorate to the point where she died with this horrible disease!! Really great picture portrayal, though!!
This is absolutely awesome, very well done. And a slow descent? Lucky; I seem to be getting a rough shove towards the edge of the pit. No stairs or anything here.
Oh wow, fantastic!
This is amazing! It looks like a legit Renaissance painting!
I think the author here has not drawn the picture but is only responsible for the text. This is a common thing amongst writers on deviantart, they take a random picture for promotion of their writing.
Thanks .... I think my flu ridden brained took over there a sec .........
True. The link in the description takes you to the original.
Thank you sr, for remminding me such things, just thank you.
Love it :3 Very powerful lyrics. I love the verse breaks you chose too. ^^
Mmmm... had to do an art project on that ^^
oh, the mysteries of thy heart are llke sirens song to me
Can I translate it on Polish, and public with adnotation that is your poem?
Well we've all been down this path time agian haven't we?