Hemorrhaging Fabrications - Serpent Of Gnosis

Their tone projecting from their harrowing tongue is wooden and emotionless

Evoking worthless memories constructed from stale air and inhaling the results

Inhaling the results

Hemorrhaging fabrications, an ongoing web of fruitless oaths

The look in their eyes was miles away

It’s expressionless, it’s abandoned

So be it

This night continues to repeat in this blinding cold

Your breath continuously pluming white

You’re swimming amongst the monolith that is your insurmountable, maligned,

and abhorrent past