Extinguished Light - Ulcerate

Grasping the cowardice that brought us here

Willing old faults to surface

And continue carrying us to ruin

The narrow tunnel of light further closing in

Enveloping the already dying

There is no road to redemption

The paradox is that we are ever more disparate

Ever more divergent

Out of reach of repair

Yet never untied from the other

Never unbound from what’s etched into the husk

Never absolved

Stripped from each fragment of bone

Recurring endless

Shattered resolve

Fractured and forbidden to witness

Sheltered from the agony of self dissent

In the face of all in reversal

They were worthless

Pitiful and hopeless

Extinguish this light which befell us

We have proven to be unworthy

Extinguish this light which befell us

Pitch black