Let Me Be Lilith's Everlong Evergreen

melellendixon

I wear a crown of flies when the sky darkens from my sin
They fly at me, begging to be let in
For my corpse will make a lovely home
As I rest in the mausoleum with a rusted dome
The flies know my every thought is a lie
Which is why I fear I'll die
Yet all I want is to be laid down forever
Above the dirt
In a rotting chapel of hurt
I'll find peace in the quiet
And eternal torment in my mind's riot

  • Author: melellendixon (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 21st, 2022 12:20
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