Silent Decay

Into the abyss of the night
I crave for mortal wickedness
Winter moon high in the sky
Cold winds bleed from the north

Graves whisper my forgotten name
Frostbite prayers upon my tongue
Stars decay above this soil
Where all light has long been hung

Her rotting aurora encircles me
I unearthed silence, dressed in decay
I dug the earth with trembling hands
And caressed what death refused to say

Her coldness pierced my broken skin
A numb devotion carved in stone
I kneel before the breathless form
Never living, never alone

I’m obsessed with my necrophilia
Not of flesh, but death itself
A love that rots beyond the grave
A hunger no god ever felt

Bury me beneath the frozen soil
Where sorrow learns to breathe
Let worms inherit my heartbeat
Let decay remember me

I chant the hymns of open wounds
In forests black and still
The moon observes my downfall
Indifferent to my will

I’m obsessed with my necrophilia
Not of flesh, but death itself
A love that rots beyond the grave
A hunger no god ever felt

In this darkness, I walk alone
My thoughts are strung on rusted wire
My life withered ages ago
Ashes choking funeral pyres

No escape from this misery
No dawn to fracture night
I rot awake in endless hours
Dreaming only of the bite