Lifelessness As The Grave Dies

I realize your the anemia in my heart
Where human remains start
A journey into harmony with a spirited flame
Whipping into tranquility a fascinating rein
Trying to survive beneath a powdery substance named pollen
Bellowing with distress
With hands on the face of god with a righteous value
Licking the language of music that barely exist
Bare shadows disfigured and executed
Battered into the desolate cold grave
The salvation sickens us alive
Memories that are  measureless
The sun gasps into soulless sounds
As the spirits surround us crying as we fail
Demise while your young
With redemption you try to sacrifice yourself
The night begins to spill
As if it were slain by the sun