Withered from The Hermit by Blood Flowing

My flesh is a desolate garden
Where flowers die before they are born
My bones creak like dry twigs
Under the weight of a colorless sky

Youth was a brief reverie
A flash in a swamp of shadows
Now the soul crumbles into dust
In the hands of indifferent time

Tears have become useless
Because even crying has lost its shape
What I'm left with is slow decomposition
Of what one day dared to dream

Death, in its macabre tenderness
Caress my wrinkled face
And I smile in the face of oblivion
Because even nothing seems like shelter to me

The words dried up on my lips
And the voice left without goodbye
Lucidity, in ruins, falls silent
In a brain corroded with emptiness

I walk between ruins that are myself
The soul wears rags from the past
Every step echoes like an epitaph
In the abandoned cathedral of my being

• Black Metal
• Depressive Black Metal
• Depressive Suicidal Black Metal
• Metal
• Nova Friburgo