Void of Compassion

Dripping ash Flaking into a mist Slithering tail Rattle your wrist Pass slanted doorways Climbing down to fade away A memory whistles On severed ears Obliterating any chance of revival And you blame me Can't bring forth any simple solution Birth a reason for excusable despair Give me permission to carve deeper Hit the vein that holds the key A memory whistles On severed ears Obliterating any chance of revival And you blame me To complete euphoric release And I stand Gripping the leftovers That seep through my palms Molding them like clay of shame A memory whistles On severed ears Obliterating any chance of revival And you blame me