Undertow brining me to a kingdom of the uncanny depths.
Narrow path of life so, much shorter than a death.
Decapitated, surround by scavengers, nevertheless, still feel.
Embers of the swollen eyes on fire make this place so real.
Retaliation - savage deity, solace defunct in sombre solitude.
Tumulus, only ravens fly above this sight of the doomed.
Abomination as a moral stigma; an absolution upon eclipse,
Knell accompanying me to the isle of the forever dead.
Eerie the feeling of burning inside, but soon I will learn -
Roam the world of Man dressed in black...
February 17, 1997
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
Undertaker
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