Rotting Around The Roots

So soft
A world so dark
Let me be here forever
Caught between the roots
Here my skin will take its wings away
And my teeth is tasting the wood

Embracing the earth
To face the dark
In my mind
I start to make a world
A new world order made of dust

My corpse fragments
Spread through the underdark
My flesh begins to descend
In here there’s no need for haste

My eyes has been lost in a world that has failed me
Long forgotten my sight is in the world of the dead
Proportion of my past has lost its point to me
Here when time has lost its meaning, where it has lost its face

Embracing the earth
To face the dark
In my mind
I start to make a world
A new world order made of dust

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