Embers of the Desolate

I am the desire of wretches once proud
I dwell in sewage with the impaired
The influence of my disgust excites
Drunk in the knowledge of despair
Fortune, belittle me
I am a simple man
There is no doubt you’ll follow me down
You are pathetic in your reason
We can stagnate, composing sermons
My house is open to all
And will you slip the grasp of all your animosity?
No
Wallow with me and fall
You follow with your blindness in perfect line
Search for meaning in these calcine fumes
Holding your hands up to a burning sky
The pleading only bleeds contempt in your eyes
And your heart
Misguided minds
Asinine pretence
They walk on fault lines in droves
I dream they reap the shame of all there fake lucidity
I feel nothing at all
Fortune, belittle me
I am a simple man
Fortune, abandon me
Do as you always have
My blistered thoughts, construct these prisons
Mortars suffused with my guilt
These hooks they drag me to the depths of my depravity
Surge
As I drown in my soul
I relish harm, tormented visions
I dream you crawl to your facade
Your amour’s frail with the lies you tell yourself again
Now
Wallow with me and fall