A Quietly Forming Collapse
Johan Ericson
The weight upon me
In the shape of buildings
Crushing hope
A white sky collapse
The stain of a broken life unfolds
Through the ashes I walk
My hands soaked with blood
From the burial of my heart
In the depths
A quiet cold
Forming muted will
The Sun collapse into the nether
Blood on my hands forever, forever
The river only brings poison
The well brings nothing but tears
Nothingness becomes the shadow
The shadow turns into me
These hands
Was meant for greater things
These hands
My heart
Clenched and leaden winged
My heart
Inside the sickness
This coil of darkness
Breathing lifeless
The Sun collapse into the nether
Blood on my hands forever, forever