Whispers from the Abyss V2

Whispers from the Abyss

In the mirror, I see your face,
But your eyes have turned to glass,
Fingers crawl across the floor,
Tracing words that never last.

Candles flicker, shadows bend,
Tongues of fire sing your name,
Bleeding roses paint the walls,
But your voice is not the same.

Sing me to sleep, with your hollow screams,
Wrap me in thorns from your darkest dreams,
Drag me through ash where the whispers bled,
Cursed lullaby from the mouth of the dead.

Your touch is frost that scars the soul,
Hands like branches from the graves,
Veins unravel, weave through night,
Kiss me with teeth from distant waves.

Bones are humming, walls collapse,
Clocks dissolve like melting wax,
Skin of moths and spider veins,
Dancing in your cursed refrain.

Sing me to sleep, with your hollow screams,
Wrap me in thorns from your darkest dreams,
Drag me through ash where the whispers bled,
Cursed lullaby from the mouth of the dead.

Glass-eyed dolls on broken strings,
Sing the notes that madness brings,
Lips sewn shut, yet still they moan,
Voices made of cracked tombstone.

Nightmares thread through cobweb skies,
Hymns that rot and never die,
Lay me down in soil and rust,
Kiss my soul with breath of dust.