November Dawn

Oh murderous blade of dawn Tear open this cavernous lesion Beneath the shedding skin Rancid pools of sickness A morning painted black Mute and devoid Frozen stillness No beacon for this frigid path of mine Inhale a warm false solace An ember between my fingers Smoke sings a silent melody A quiet pledge of death I am a blight unto myself Heavy with this burden Such sonorous malady An accomplice in my demise

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025