False Eyes

 

These false eyes pray,

And the hanged man utters words of decadence to my dismay,

For so deep could I once see into the lands in which I breathe.

But now this film brings sorrow sought,

And lies do hold me near,

So bold my claim to know ones self!

When soul was never grasped by hand,

And no longer can my vision clasp the looks, of what I dream,

Just vomit forced upon each glimpse to comes.

So swell in pity what remorse I have for thee,

For I am damned, and wish the cry of his dread steeds come over me!

This is what my deeds do sew and all my company does bring,

The hate of which my constant body bleeds…