A Cadence Hum

Vile eyes circling on their axes
Fall upon a sepulcher vacant

And in this space is providence
A dour shell, in which to rest
And in this space is providence
Misguided aims kept stowed away

My mind sequesters the feet from my fears
I’m left then to bask under an ominous weight

Why contact that suspicion in my ribcage?
Why conceal my unwavering indifference?
How succinct is a sigh as a signpost
What’s revealed in defending my consternation
To your dead god
Mouthing dirges, in a choir
While my anguish, sauntеrs onward

By contrast your cadence hums etеrnal, gives false hope
By contrast your cadence hums eternal, gives false hope
By contrast your cadence hums eternal, gives false hope