Fen - III (Fear) lyrics

The spirit songs scream
Across wind-burned heaths
Flensing the very rind of my soul
Corrosive embrace comforts
In an inexorable miasma of dissolution

A threnody that scours with
The paralyzing raptor claws
Of a lifetime of unrealized purpose

And it is as at this
Point that revelation strikes
With the force of a
Thousand driven spear-points

A face etched with the lexicon of destitution
Stares back through pallid, jaundiced eyes
That glitter with suppressed
Shrieking desperation to rend
To claw away the threads of cloying carnation
To force this stooped sarcophagus
Into the carcass-field beneath my feet
Abnegation - silence - void
The only triptych I seek

Yet

Extant not is thy solace
Within this corrupted patina of deathsoil
Still the Cathedral stands tall
And in those febrile shadows
Hopes of centuries shrivel and die

I must move on i must haul this weary
Patchwork of cursive limbs
Through a translucent mire
Endless, oppressive wake

Each tread summons the efforts of
A thousand scouring exhalations
Inch by inch, step by step, slowing, stooping
Until - like a puppet with strings
Severed by the scythe of embitterment
A figure collapses