Memoria Distortium

In this dead and wretched hour
Forgetful memories Devoured.
No time to thus begin anew
Contort and shift my broken view.

Twist and turn, Distort my heart
In fickle vanities to depart.
Fallen down from pristine heights
Never again to gaze upon the light..

I feel the blade, the blood runs down
like liquid rubies of a broken crown.
A wilted flower upon my soul,
my mask has more than played his role.

Prayers lost, long turned to dust,
my soul now something of disgust
Shattered since such early years,
Entirely suppressed and ruled by fears.
Salvations, lined with such poisoned fangs.
When in darkened brooks and crooked crags!