A Fire Bereaved

only real full song i did for the melodeath project, but yeah, got that early at the gates/dark tranquillity/a canorous quintet thing happening
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a forming face
takes a fallen presence
so morphed and dull
ethered yet full?
sometimes so vertical and certain in it's gaze
to feel that pain connected in two

torn in terrain, tyrannical and yet the same
tainted lines are dreamt in me
searching the life that glimpses free

fate is filling the circle
so perfect
and of thought and entropy
obliterating the draining sun temptation
yet to fall, tearing out in principal

the writing once forgone
so to be is to grasp for more
certainty, was a time that lessened the scorn
i can see the melting ash
in those eyes, so shelled and masked
a dying void that seems born in surface

for in the lesser age, the speakers halt the drive
but to ask "to wait for me", is to quench the inner thrive

most stand for what is read, with staining blood so still and dead
within the corners of what was meant to be, limits beyond ideas and need
wretching and contemplating design transfixed by nothing to find
but to suffer in the nothingness of yearning potential?

torn in terrain, tyrannical and yet the same
tainted lines are dreamt in me
searching the life that glimpses free

the writing once forgone
so to be is to grasp for more
certainty, was a time that lessened the scorn
i can see the melting ash
in those eyes, so shelled and masked
a dying void that seems born in surface