Petrichor - Novembers Doom

Frigid rain now wash me

A familiar scent arise

Vibrance full with petrichor

I am so incomplete

In the ground, the only day your loved

In the ground, I will love missing you

This labored breath, our symmetry ad nauseum

Banishment through the crawl, the first step is paralyzed

Familiar face has been twisted

Into a shape unrecognized

I have to die when the worms are crying

Eternal sleep, I’m now alive

In the ground, the only day your loved

In the ground, I will love missing you

This labored breath, our symmetry ad nauseum

Banishment through the crawl, the first step is paralyzed

Rainfall fills the lungs

The dirt is blinding me

Filled with euphoria

I’m so sick with joy

In the ground, the only day your loved

In the ground, I will love missing you