False Sanctity – Eschaton

the one which you foretold
full circle vengeance
speaks of a sarcastic past,
returning to its origin,
now you bear the mark
the liar
whispers softly into your ear
drowning in your own words
returning to a day,
you never thought would come

descent into ignorance
taken one step too far
the mark applied to others
is the one you see you are
all the empty promises
can’t remove the scar

buried in lost meaning
you have nothing left
drowning in your own words


False Sanctity – Eschaton