Sinistra - Mourning Beloveth

Time tears a hole in existence to languish supinely in torture see the essence of life in shafts of light and shade remnants gathered by trembling hands are now

The silent universe seeks echoes to live,to catch a glance but afraid to give For the moments are not measured in time,but in knowledge where some live sublime

I have tasted it many nights upon my tongue the foreboding that worse lay in the dregs as I await some Stroke of Doom From a corner of this weeping earth,my tho