The Anguished Throne

I've seen their eyes Close with the light Over waves of... I've seen their lives end before, over again Where is the key granted by the sleeping king? I hear a voice, but there's never any semblance Of the message written on the walls of the well I can hear the twisted readings ring within me But who speaks to me? And whose tongue dared betray the highest? He must attest to this, the throne stripped of essence I walk through the garden, as the grass wraps around my feet It drains the body and the blood Stripping vigor and hunger in entirety You are pertinence, and if I fall into the earth Please promise this world the body and the blood Weaving through the trees, sprinting intensely away From this grisly continuum Yearning to open the gates Before the rain floods thy kingdom The throne room waits and crumbles The clock spins rapidly I must pull from the scrolls And ignite the flame of the conscious ones A tool to wind the hands of time To a raging halt I walk through the garden, as the grass wraps around my feet It drains the body and the blood Stripping vigor and hunger in entirety You are pertinence, and if I fall into the earth Please promise this world the body and the blood Please promise them, that I will not go to waste My body, blood, and teeth shall feed Nourish this world and blanket the underworld Permit there no wickedness upon any tree He who grants eloquence to the worms Pays forth every life indebted to the whole of the congregation Not another passage escapes the horde For it has been woven into their bellies The malady that sang this world to sleep

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025