All grey ash and ruin
Bathed in the light of their guttering waning
As if a world spilled from his heart's painting
No, please no
What have I wrought upon me?
Overflowing, I wander here still
Blackened feet drag through dust
Bound by shackles hung
With a stone of Sisyphean weight
No, I beg
This cannot be
Darkness claims me
A burden of proportions Biblical
In these dizzying plains of desolation
So in death, as you were in life
May the punishment fit the crime
The soundless scream still echoes with acrid winds
This tomb is of my own making
Their faces hang above me, a warning
They were dragged here, mourning
Toward my horizon, cold
No, please no
What have I wrought upon me?
No, I beg
This cannot be
Darkness claims me
They were dragged here, helpless
Toward my horizon, cold
I was never a person
I am a black hole
The star's luminosity failing All grey ash and ruin Bathed in the light of their guttering waning As if a world spilled from his heart's painting No, please no What have I wrought upon me? Overflowing, I wander here still Blackened feet drag through dust Bound by shackles hung With a stone of Sisyphean weight No, I beg This cannot be Darkness claims me A burden of proportions Biblical In these dizzying plains of desolation So in death, as you were in life May the punishment fit the crime The soundless scream still echoes with acrid winds This tomb is of my own making Their faces hang above me, a warning They were dragged here, mourning Toward my horizon, cold No, please no What have I wrought upon me? No, I beg This cannot be Darkness claims me They were dragged here, helpless Toward my horizon, cold I was never a person I am a black hole Explain Request ×
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