Ash On The Trees (The Sudden Ebb Of a Diatribe)

Movement seizes
Victims of spite
Exhaustion freezes
Stars on the vine
Slices of midnight
Leaves me blind

Life has no meaning
My bones, do they suffer
Agony's kiss
Taking his pleasure
Leaves me wanting
Ash on the trees
Burn your sorrow
In the tale of the rat
Dreams burn your soul
Tears drip on the past

Movement, it seizes
Victims of spite
Exhaustion freezes
Stars on the vine
Slices of midnight
Leaves me blind
Leaves me wanting
Ash on the trees