Bodies left splintered

Forced into jagged shapes

Wrought yet never mistaken

Desires left lost and forsaken

Elders’ beacon, humming faint

Rhythms as reminders of hope

Tired serpents rest up on high

Know we kept the lies as oath

Beg starved along riverbed

Lay bent against scattered flame

Signal flare lights the night sky

Static tongue beckons your name

This is the same dream

From which i will never wake

No more than an echo ringing

I hear the voices grow faint

Now I don the pale mask

Drape the tattered cloth across crooked back

Glistening eyes seek the trail head

Light peaks through the cracks in our home

Beg starved along riverbed

Lay bent against scattered flame

Signal flare lights the night sky

Static tongue beckons your name

Only blind left to forge ahead

Remnants buried under heaps of dead

Fragile vein pulses grow slow and faint

Barren dread will echo and wane

Barren dread echoes and wanes

Barren