Ceaseless Sorrow

Upon the bloody altar of my tears
where all my dreams keep pilling up
I saw death torturing my soul
I saw my soul teared apart
Away, a nameless shadow
inundating my perpetual sleep
with their datestable bewailings
trying to recall my unconscious birth
A breath of life into the mouldly air
that diffuses my existence
an imposing voice that awakes
and erases all the apathy
Fire, a rotting race