No thoughts thrive in the sky
Seasons no longer arrive
Silent plague is the reason why
Arising from oceans of waste
Digesting the devoured sky
Self destruction
Entombed from within
Silent walls
Guarding over our sin
Earth cannot bear
The weight of this ichor anymore
Frozen in place
By the black hands of waste
Heeding the call of decay
Smashed into dust
By the black thrones of waste
Breeding in the thrall of decay
Serpent coils
Tighten slowly at first
Constricting all into grey
Reaper is drooling
On your shoulder by night
Guides you silent by day
