BLAME

she gobble up prayers like their salvation depends on her.

listning to the silence dipped footsteps of the facade.

It kills.

walking towards you, making the air dissapear.

The spaces, still, extinct..! with the dates on the calendar.

Did someone cry?

was their a sob?

will the birds not fly, if the sky dissapeared?

you feed it blood, and defferences grow deep in the ground like a never ending well.

and the past keeps sucking the dark brutual magic of uncountable centuries.

and you'll be forgiven in circles like the stains on the white apron.

The sky covered in woven silk and satin nailed on you heart, like your own coffin.

you sing with chorus, with the distance melody, say your service like your aetiology.

Do you hear it?

The buried screams, supposed to be the hym.

Feel the breath of the python nesting in your sheets.

slowly coiling around you.

masking your existence.

with every toss and turn, making you less like you.

leaving behing the dementor feeding on yourself.

The wolf in the sheep's skin never extincts.

for if the sheep graze the black grass, the prostration stain fades away in the rain.

dipping your soul in the salt-water

erasing you from within.

The voices should'nt sound familiar now 

New melodies are born, hym playing from within?

The striped end is near, who shall we blame for this?