Absence

I ascend towards the fire, depraved of coiled roots
 That bind me to the earth from a decaying crown of light
 Disheveled veils secure your sin and mine
 Lower your head and close your eyes
 Bathing in the waters from the barren breath of god
 To drain the excess wind from flooding lungs
 I feast upon white flames until my tongue is black and raw
 Unraveling a rope of sin I've spun
 Hell is a reflection of myself branded in the skin of those I love
 Dead weight will hang in the absence of the warmth of setting suns
 Like kindling to set my will ablaze
 The days grow dark and long like shadows distorted and worn
 To pick the locks of heaven's gate, should I arrive
 My body as your crown confined to heads of godless kings
 There's a bad to ourselves
 Hell is a reflection of myself branded in the skin of those I love
 Hell is a reflection of myself branded in the skin of those I love
 My hell is me
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 "Unright and uncontributed to and not growing"
 "What you're gonna do?"
 "Why'd you come here?"
 "Because I tried to get into sir"