Sepulchre Heart

Words like silk spill from your mouth

In these shadowed memories

Flickering on the walls of this empty chasm

The sepulchre that is my heart

Yet the inevitable hands of time

Tear that silk to shreds

'Til all that was fine

Twists into emptiness and dread

And ash in your palm

Caught up in foolery are the weak

And so create a future bleak

Unable to withstand the wait

Twisting their own fate

Her hands spin and turn

Weaving throughout time

Singed by fire we burn

Again the stars align

And so we turn...

To ash

Sail upon the wind

Gaze upon the past

Realize how you sinned