November Dawn - Hanging Garden

I am a blight unto myself

Heavy with this burden

Such sonorous malady

An accomplice in my demise

Oh murderous blade of dawn

Tear open this cavernous lesion

Beneath the shedding skin

Rancid pools of sickness

Inhale a warm false solace

An ember between my fingers

Smoke sings a silent melody

A quiet pledge of death

A morning painted black

Mute and devoid

Frozen stillness

No beacon for this frigid path of mine