Boned marrow

Soul hallowed

Emenate

Hate remains hate

Old blood we have known

Spilled on the table for all our worth

Tolled marrow of ours

Such is the recourse for deserts in hearts

Hallowed worth is living proof we’ve lost our way

Souls unsearched, there’s no finding you through this weight

I served

You earned

Every single day

Now there’s nothing left

Lest we forget our lust for wandering the emptiness of us

It keeps calling you; the silence deafens

You heed to everything as your love burns