Novembers Doom

Cowards form the veil. Sampling of the salt. Desire looking glass.
In evening they shall come. Pity stains our hands. Insects bite my
eyes. Forever calling home. Reaping forest calm. Long painful
hymns, a dirge of blackened day. Falling to my knees to kiss the
horses tongue. Moonlight invades, cancerous lust. Drawing a smile,
bold men have tried. With sugar we taste, through darkness we
fall. In memories lost hope, I seal my eyes. Through vertigo's