Trench/Altar

The call to arms that fell on deaf ears Resonating from the core of my being, I feel its embrace The screaming voice of my spirit The weeping form that is my wilting flesh The aging sepulcher I am Cry out, my passion's face Disfigured within my own reflection Its petals fall like tears The transience of my actions mock me still The meaninglessness embodied Ravenously feasting upon the rotting carcass of my aspirations Disconsolate wretch Bound to a rotting garden of filth and discontent An opaque illusion of love and hope All that is false, restraining what I am Creating false idols Nihilism slowly consumes the soul of the common man and the saint The words of the wraith taint And now I am godless