Advent Sorrow - Skin To Suffer In

I pray, not a single whisper will escape.
A place too cold to breathe.

I have searched for you.
In the corners. Reach out.
I'm not ready to fucking go.
Carry me now.
Breathe out for once and for all.
Fucking die.

You are hope,
And I submit to you.
You are hope,
And I submit.
Now breathe.
And just help me bleed out.
I will never cross this expanse.

You are hope.
You are hope.
And I submit.
Submit.

Rubbing salt into open wounds,
Have another drink,
Take in the pain.
I am a coward,
Having lost myself.
And I am nothing to this world.

Ever yearning helpless,
burning cold and dead.
No more breathing.
No more breathing.
Forever curse this moment.
No longer concerned.
As the light fades from her eyes.
As the light fades from her eyes.

And I crawl into shadow.
Where the claws sink in.
And I crawl into shadow.

Rubbing salt into open wounds,
There's nothing beautiful left for me.
No sun shines from the sky above.
Nothing in the distance, just a dead suffocating void.

Where the claws sink in.
And I crawl into shadow.
When the poison takes hold.
And I crawl into shadow.
Where the claws sink in.
And I crawl into shadow.
When the poison takes hold.
And I crawl into shadow.

"Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Poem By Dylan Thomas

(1951)

My wounds are vast.
My body weakens.
These hours pass so slow.
Cruel punishment
Self destruction my release.
Bitter path,
On my knees before the grace of this suffering.

I still breathe the dust of Earth.
I still see the waste of life.
I still speak in tormented tongues.
I still see it's hollow form.

My wounds are vast.
I wish to leave this place.
All traces of life have left me.
Carry my empty soul.
Shining Hollow.

Carry my empty soul.
Shining Hollow.
Whisper my final breath.
Shining Hollow.

My wounds are vast.
My body weakens.
These hours pass so slow.
Cruel punishment
Self destruction is my release.
Bitter path,
On my knees before shining hollow.

Carry my empty soul.
Shining Hollow.
Whisper my final breath.
Shining Hollow.

Crawling out from suffering
Now, dead, now cold.

Murderous light.
I've felt life.
I give up.
I give up.

Faces fade,
With our curse.
Blind sights.
But it burns,
But it burns.

My spit throne.
More faces fade and wither.

Murderous light.
I've felt life.
I give up.
I give up.

This fades.

Back sucking life,
I still see feel a collapsing heart,
And felt the proper body, a temple in ruins.
Covered in crawling, gasping wounds.
Even on the preachers's tongue,
rising from the womb.
And I lay in my death and suffering,
forgotten and erased.
I stand here weeping,
in open wounds.
We are light now.
Supposedly from all the suffering.
Don't save me, I am supporting death.
A collapsed heart, supporting the death of her.
A portal to a place,
I regret all of her.
Even on the preachers's tongue,
rising from the flaming womb.
Rising like the final wave,
Falling as we must save her.
We are all choking from the inside now.
Look again as the walls burn,
Rising fire.
Here we find the last of the answer.
Burning and breaking down.
They said moaning, we all learn now,
for wretchedness.

There's something moving inside of me
There's something breaking me apart.

Tear away and watch it all come bleeding.
Like a rancid wound refusing to heal.
I know there's no other.
I am my only companion through this bleak life.

And breathe now.
Breathe now.

The endlessness starts with you waiting longer,
My desperate wound.
Time is running out.
Become the bone that's breaking.
So breathe.

The structure is breaking.
The structure is breaking.
While bones are broken.

Now, you can't breath.
Now die.
Now.

Return, return;
While Storming Death
Return, return,
With worms crawling deeper.

Decomposing earth,
Black shadows
Feigning the torture
Trailing the scent
Of complete darkness
Masturbating with dead animals
These crooked tortures
A losing game of hanging nooses.

Return return,
TO decomposing earth
Return, return;
While Storming Death
Return, return,
With worms crawling deeper.

Your flames can't touch me,
As I gaze upon glory,
Graze my tongue upon tender skin.

Decomposing earth,
Black shadows
Feeding the darkness,
Crooked torture
Screaming for the light.
Masturbating with dead animals
While rats crawl in deeper.

If I list all of these maddening aspects to my life,
It is only a call to escape.
To escape.
A path is collapsing my mind.

Fuck this place,
Let the worms eat.
A losing game of falling nooses.
Death sent her,
No longer held in place,
Death sent her,
These crooked tortures
Death sent her,
Is only a calling to escape
While Storming death.