Sorrowpsalm - Black Crown Initiate

This space, not mine

A fragile body holding

Purest form of death

I’ll crawl in cold, wakeful terror

And clutch to my miracle

To the nothing I have left

Found, I’m fallow

In the circles I traverse

I have not felt

A sense of sin in my silence

A self in my sadness

This hand that I have dealt

Gaze toward a setting sun

Take time, you dying once

Our psalm is one of sorrow

Our psalm is one of pain

And bitterness of knowing

We’ll never laugh again

The pit to hold our bodies

Was dug by those ordained

Our god is one of sorrow

Our god is one of pain

Those gone before

(Those gone before.)

Spoken, no more

(Spoken, no more.)

This face, not mine

Those gone before

A fragile body holding

Purest form of death

I’ll crawl in cold, wakeful terror

And clutch to my miracle

To the nothing I have left

Sound, I’m shallow

In the circles I traverse

I have not felt

A sense of sin in my silence

A self in my sadness

As I beg to…

Gaze toward a setting sun

Take time, you dying once

Our psalm is one of sorrow

Our psalm is one of pain

And bitterness of knowing

We’ll never laugh again

The pit to hold our bodies

Was dug by those ordained

Our god is one of sorrow

Our god is one of pain