Wormwood Choir

Wormwood Choir

Flesh like paper, bones like clay,
Echoes claw through skies of gray,
Bitter roots entwine my soul,
Sing the rot that takes its toll.

Eyes like mirrors cracked with rust,
Lips that taste of ashen dust,
Crows that chant where graves unfold,
Breathing death through lungs of mold.

Wormwood choir, sing me down,
Drape my fate in funeral gown,
Hollow hymns through poisoned trees,
Bind my soul with haunted pleas.

Blighted flowers bloom from pain,
Tears that scorch the soil like rain,
Shadowed tongues in tangled vines,
Mark the curse that fate entwines.

Scarlet roots through marrow wind,
Songs that bleed from cracked design,
Whispers seeping through the floor,
Ghosts that knock on coffin doors.

Wormwood choir, sing me down,
Drape my fate in funeral gown,
Hollow hymns through poisoned trees,
Bind my soul with haunted pleas.

Bones like lanterns hung on thorns,
Guiding dreams where death is born,
Voices gnaw through iron bars,
Scarring night with rotting scars.

Fade to black where shadows bled,
Bury me with the worms and dead,
Cradle me in cursed desire,
And drown me in the wormwood choir.