opeth

goshenit
harvest

stay with me a while,
rise above the vile.
name my final rest,
poured into my chest.

into the orchard i walk peering way past the gate.
wilted scenes for us who couldn’t wait.
drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead.
halo of death, all i see is departure.
mourner’s lament but it’s me who’s the martyr.

pledge yourself to me ,
never leave me be,
sweat breaks on my brow,
given time ends now.


spirit painted sin,
embers neath my skin,
veiled in pale embrace,
reached and touched my face.
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