Defamer

Those once revered

Defamer
Dash this frail and pallid form to death upon a rock. Discard me to the ocean depths. My desire to live is lost. My mind and body corrupt with every sleepless night but nevermore can I endure a single moment's respite.
The only sleep I do not dread is that, into which, my mind collapses and brings with it an end to my unrelenting suffering. In death am I absolved? Endlessly I'm tormented but when my consciousness is destroyed and my body putrefies those scenes that visited me whilst in slumber can no longer linger in this existence…
I stood in a desolate pit facing a decaying wall. A rupture in the cratered rock had formed an obscure door. I entered into the breach, descended the subsequent stair. It seemed a dormant church had long resided there. A morbid stale aura emanated from that place. I gathered up my courage and pried the filthy gate. I should have never crossed that threshold.
I smelt the contents of that vault but naught could I see. I pressed my foot onto the floor of that sunken ossuary. There rose a sudden intense flame and it revealed to me the most horrible sight one could ever behold. All across the altar was strewn the heads of all those I'd ever known loved held revered.
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