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THE PERENNIAL APOCALYPSE
In the darkest days of the blackest night
I shiver with ghostly intent
And the coldest grave in the winter light
Whomever shall humour my laments?
Looking for heaven but find only Hell
The only truth that is sincere
Believe in venom 'neath the haunted Belle
From whence I lay lame entombed I fear
a cold wind shatters the facade
then scatters her roses to oblivion
Of all the dreams lost to memory
I am my apocalypse
drift away in tales of tragedy
I am my own apocalypse
Of all the love lost to misery
I'm standing at the abyss
to the ashes, will you return me?
I am my own apocalypse
LIGHTNING STRIKES IGNITING THE SKY
AS THE THUNDER BREAKS ON MY SPIRIT
REMAINING REMAINS STINK OF GRAVES
SPLIT OPEN LIKE BODIES LEFT TO ROT
DRIVEN WIGHTS EIDOLON INSIGHT
BALEFUL REVELATIONS KEPT IN DARK
DROWNING IN FLAME PLACING THE BLAME
AS PERENNIALS WITHER AWAY
perennials wither away
perennials wither away
HER PERENNIAL WITHERS AWAY
lost to memory
those lips i've kissed
give birth to agony
i am apocalypse
A cold wind shatters the facade
Then scatters her roses to oblivion
I shiver with ghostly intent
And the coldest grave in the winter light
Whomever shall humour my laments?
Looking for heaven but find only Hell
The only truth that is sincere
Believe in venom 'neath the haunted Belle
From whence I lay lame entombed I fear
a cold wind shatters the facade
then scatters her roses to oblivion
Of all the dreams lost to memory
I am my apocalypse
drift away in tales of tragedy
I am my own apocalypse
Of all the love lost to misery
I'm standing at the abyss
to the ashes, will you return me?
I am my own apocalypse
LIGHTNING STRIKES IGNITING THE SKY
AS THE THUNDER BREAKS ON MY SPIRIT
REMAINING REMAINS STINK OF GRAVES
SPLIT OPEN LIKE BODIES LEFT TO ROT
DRIVEN WIGHTS EIDOLON INSIGHT
BALEFUL REVELATIONS KEPT IN DARK
DROWNING IN FLAME PLACING THE BLAME
AS PERENNIALS WITHER AWAY
perennials wither away
perennials wither away
HER PERENNIAL WITHERS AWAY
lost to memory
those lips i've kissed
give birth to agony
i am apocalypse
A cold wind shatters the facade
Then scatters her roses to oblivion
Published 30th Jan 2021
Author's Note
© 2021 Frank Green
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