Madragora

Darkness has pierced my heart, an act of betrayal unpunished
Silence has calmed my mind, an impulsive thought come to pass

Hopeless, I make my choice, as nothing else remains to decide
Fearless, I ordain myself, with this collar made of twine
Beneath the shade of this mighty tree
I stand tall one last time
For the burden of being is far too great
And with aid of this noose I will ease my load

Deceased, withered, rotten, and decayed
Returned to the clay of the earth
A damaged soul finally rid of its corporeal cage
But time cannot heal every festering wound
When the seeds of infection take root in fertile soil

And so it rests, gestating in this dirt womb
A bitter nascence fed by a sinner's blood
Buried deep beyond the reach of the Sun
Roots unfurled, outstretched, grasping for new life

Days pass into weeks pass into months pass into years
Pass into decades of peaceful growth, undisturbed
These bitter seasons of darkness and solitude
Haunted by the spectres of a past life's sins

But now the sounds of dirt above rouse me from my sleep
What should not have been unearthed, dragged into sunlight
Thrust back into a hostile world
With a final scream