Whispers Of A Buried Land
Worm Shepherd
Wind weeps through these ruins
An empty land swallowed by time
Was anything real?
I call into the hollow, the silent dust
How deprived I feel, echoes lost in stone
Standing in an empty field as you rush by
How could you just leave me so suddenly?
A canvas of sorrow left in decay
Grass stained like an oil painting from the confusion you unveiled
At a time, I figured us intertwined
Like roots of a forsaken earth
Fruits of our sufferings buried deep
We believed in what we found
I fix my gaze, awaiting your return
Straining as I cut deeper into the reasons why
Here in the dark, even ghosts forget their names
Ethereal
How can I heal a wound from a ghost?
It's not tangible, yet it lingers beneath the soil
Like bones left unmarked beneath shifting sands
A lonely night is enough to be truly alive
How could you just leave me so suddenly?
A canvas of sorrow left in decay
Grass stained like an oil painting from the confusion you unveiled
At a time, I figured us intertwined
Like roots of a forsaken earth
Fruits of our sufferings buried deep
We believed in what we found
I hear your whisper in the burial ground
Left ruminating inside these four walls
Haunted like a mausoleum
Relived times entangled in my soul
Through the cracks in the earth, through the marrow of grief
A requiem sung by the wind's cold teeth
All that remains are the embers of you
Embers remain
A pyre lit from the perfect storm
Now only embers remain
Echoes of your breath haunt me
And the embers burn
A spectral field of past emotion
You sutured my torn skin from the past
I fed upon illusion
Embers burn
Beneath the soil, whispers remain
Calling from a buried land
Sealed by time's cruel hand
Let the land take what is lost and the whispers fade into the void