Abyssmal Sorrow

2. REQUIEM FOR THE DYING MOON Dawning of the silent void, smothered by mournful cries. Devote to suffering, for the life I chose has drawn to the end. Carved in flesh and broken stone, that vacant, empty Heartless drone. Decayed gathering and funeral

3 CAVERNOUS SORROW AND WORTHLESSNESS Flesh cut, deep as each grave, welcoming the hard Sharpened steel, Cold, cavernous sorrow and the bitter Taste of worthless existence. My scars will never mend. I welcome the tools of the end. The rope in the tree