Buttersnips - Periphery

Repose

Flesh of the ground deny

Kneel and grieve

Beseeching to no avail

Myth strikes our being

Human existence

Jaded by its progress

Feeding, a manifest of the shadow

Redefine the absolute

Crashing down

Through their eyes

One can see

Fear sustained

Weakened by their minds

Caught in disbelief

Don’t deny

All shall see

Vacant souls

Shaping commonality

In this moment we cannot deny what we are

Form a memory on turning wings

And carve a way to ascension

Pray, withdrawn you just weep

Alone

Wait for a chance to grow

Culture folds

The falling of love

The darkness above

Repose within our numbers

Walking with a taste

Transposed image of being

Lost beyond the frame, end of days

This time all memories surpass

Embrace

In time all sense of life decays

Descend

Again

All shall return to the sand through forever

We cycle again

Re-ignite

Savior ablaze

Never ending

Return to me